Your POV...
They put you in a cargo plane, at least you think that's what someone called it, and a few minutes later, they lifted off. You and Brooklyn distanced yourself from Chaperone and Mike because you don't like them very much, to be honest. You can deal with Chaperone if you need to, but you might start a fight with Mike if he provoked you.
Seats are lining the walls of the plane on either side. Chaperone and Mike are closer to the back, while you and Brooklyn sit closer to the front.
Brooklyn: Damn, these things are uncomfortable.
You: The seats, or these clothes.
They made you put on some of their clothes. All of it is black, long sleeves, cargo pants, boots, some gloves. There's probably more to them that you don't know about. You refused to wear the jacket that was given to you.
Brooklyn: Both.
There's a pistol fitted to your right thigh, a knife on the left side of your waist, magazines for when you run out of ammo are in your pockets, and a backpack and a rifle in the seat right of you.
Brooklyn: At least we're wearing less than them.
She nods to Chaperone and Mike. They are wearing more than you both, but you get the feeling that they don't mind.
You: Are you ready?
Brooklyn: Yeah. It's been a minute since I've really got to do anything like this. It'll feel good. And last time I died, so... Hopefully, I have better luck this time.
You: I did too, just so you know.
Brooklyn: I watched the recording of the fight, though. You didn't have any hope, and you still took down a bunch of them.
You: They threatened Clem and Marina, so I killed as many as could. That's probably why they're using the promise of seeing Marina to make me do this. They know from watching me that I'll do whatever it takes to see her one last time.
Unknown: Y/N.
There's a voice in your ear, coming from the earpiece. You tap it to unmute yourself.
You: Yes?
Does it work?
Unknown: I'm going to be the one communicating with everyone on this mission. Coordinating the four of you and making sure you stay on task.
You: Alright.
Unknown: Turn off your phone.
You: No way.
Unknown: I'll inform you if anything goes on. You should turn it off and leave it on the plane.
You: I don't know you, and I don't trust you.
Unknown: Chaperone.
Chaperone: Yes.
You can hear Chaperone in the plane and in your ear.
Unknown: Y/N won't turn his phone off.
You: You're going to whine like a child now?
Chaperone: Y/N, turn it off.
You: No.
Chaperone: Y/N.
You: I said no.
Chaperone unclips the straps on his chair.
You: Oh, you wanna fight, huh?
Chaperone: No, I'm only coming to take your phone from you.
You: Good luck with that.
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Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)
Fanfic"Project V, or if you want to sound smart: Project Verisimilitude. The word basically means something that looks, feels, and seems real... Honestly, it ruined my life... And it'll ruin theirs too." I should add that this is the fourth book in my Cle...