"This team is doing great." The british bulldog spoke, narrowing his eyes down on their leaders figure.
"But so is this one, innit captain?" Simon (ghost) spoke up again, monitoring a familiar squad theyd seen on the plane.
"Wait a minute. I recognize them. Met them on the plane. Blokes were fun." Price smiled.
His eyes traced over the most familiar one, a female figure. Not slim, but not too 'curvy'. Muscular frame for a woman.
"Ive wanted to recruit L/N for a while." Price smiled, ashing his cigar.
"Her qualities are abnormally amazing." Charlie spoke up, joining the two men.
"Read up on her. Shes had one of the worst child abuse cases. It ended with her parents dead by her hands. With a gun, of course." The woman continued.
"Mom had a drunk step dad for her, and had poisoned her biological one. L/N was just 10 when she did it. She was handed off to therapists and been through more than 20 foster homes."
Price and Simon immediately felt remorseful. 20 foster homes? And killer her parents?
"Never grew up with a real family. The therapists said she was doing fine even when she first saw them. Nothing was off." Charlie ended her infodump on Y/N L/N.
"Thats..thats alot to take in." John(price) mumbled.
"No wonder shes incredibly skilled." Ghost narrowed down on her, watching her literally bunny hop from one window to another window.
"Shes got fucking determination. That womans not letting anyone get in her way." Ghost said in astonishment.
He watched her press two fingers up to her headsets earpiece, mumbling words before mumbling again and giving her mini team a nod.
"No way. Shes smart. They split up, the other three have to be on forest side, watching and giving coms?" Ghost rubbed his chin, thinking.
"Three? Mate, they only had 5 people." John corrected him.
"What? They had a sixth the other day." Ghost raised an eyebrow.
"Well..about that. He was a manipulative friend. Just so happened to be a big streamer and met her here again. So she humiliated him while she killed him." Charly began to infodump once more.
Johns mouth curled into a smile before telling a badly done joke.
"I like my women how i like my enemies, full of it."
"Did she just slap his ass?-"
___"Oi, oi." Y/N raised her hands in a tired manner.
"Rest ya little butterasscheeks." Y/N slapped Smii7ys ass and forced the group to sit. Everyone was huffing and panting for breath after the scene that unfolded.
"My ass did not appreciate that." Jaren pouted, pulling her close by the waist.
"God, im so single." Puffer cried out, looking at Y/N and Smii7y get cutesy with eachother.
"Yeah, you is." Matt joked, slinging an arm around grizzy who slinged an arm around him aswell.
"why am i single." Puffer sulked jokingly.
"Good question."
The group moved on from the area. They just sat a little far away from it, just so if anyone were to sneak up on them it wouldnt cause much of a problem.
"I need. A hand warmer. Its. Fucking. Cold." Smii7y said, his gloves off. His hands were sweaty from being in his gloves for a month, and he didnt want them to smell bad so he took them off.
Y/N propped herself up on his lap, getting confident.
"Use these." Y/N guided his hand to her boob.
"Why are they warm?"

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Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]
Fiksi Penggemarwarzone fanfic. smii7y x reader y/n, a skilled warzone player doesnt feel up to play after her last streaming session. smii7y, a skilled warzone player feels determined to finally beat the meta. what ties these two together?