- - Operation Sarcophagus
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- - January 5th 2018
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- - Alaskan Outskirts
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- - S.T.A.R.S & Riot Battalion
In the back of a black hawk helicopter sat seven soldiers:
James Burke, Riot Battalion leader and military veteran with 8 years of service specializing in knife combat and Anti - Terrorism.
Y/n Callahan, Covert elimination expert and small arms marksman with a reliable mission success history.
Horatio Winger, retired demolition employee and 2 year army explosives advisor.
Ben Silverstein, Sniper and field medic from the UK navy and local chaplain.
Gideon Belter, 5 years speciality in front line assaults and communications with all moles and middle men.
April Van Nelson, Surveillance and Translation. Operated in over thirty wire tap, stake out, and recon missions on a international scale.
Jill Valentine, S.T.A.R.S operative and mission leader.
The seven soldiers organize their weapons and supplies, Horatio lines up a corn chip on his knee and flicks it into Gideon mouth. He chokes before spitting it out and flipping off Horatio.
Gideon: Fuck you Winger and those nasty dollar store chips!
Horatio: When you got a mouth that big you make an easy target Giddy~
Gideon: You wish bruv.
Silverstein: Callahan do you have that multi tool?
Y/N: Yeah here.
Y/n passes it to Silverstein while Burke takes a swig from his flask. Silverstein zeros his sights, he looks to Y/n and nods to Jill who wasn't sitting far from him.
Jill looked tense, her pistol in hand since take off.
Y/N: You doing okay miss Valentine?
It took a minute but Jill looked to him and shyly brushed her hair back.
Jill: Sorry, yes im fine thank you... Just preparing, mentally.
Y/N: I get it, but your waaay to tense that's the kinda stress that'll put you to an early grave.
Jill: If only you knew... But your concern is appreciated...
She didn't unwind at all, Y/n thought about it then smirked.
Y/N: Watch this..... Sarge that doesn't smell like Sand Bourbon...
April: I swear to god if it's vodka again...
Silverstein: Oh y/n...
Silverstein looks down at his gun to hide his shitty grin as Burke slowly put the flask reluctant to tell the truth.
Burk: No... It's Moonshine...
Gideon: OH COME ON!
Horatio: And you wonder why Louisiana has a bad reputation?
April: If you start flirting with me again i WILL go straight for balls!
Gideon: Ball April, singular.
Silverstein: Didn't even offer us any.
The seating bay broke into a family like comical dispute, Y/n leaned over to Jill who couldn't stop smiling.
Y/N: It's one thing to prepare but don't forget you got a family at your back... We got your back here Jill.
Jill: Thank you Callahan.
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Hail to the King (RE8 Harem/fanfic)
Fanfiction[I do not own Resident Evil. This is a Y/N insert where you've traveller to the Village to find your missing friend who went missing in the area regardless the local police say about no findings.] This will be a semi-lemon mature action/harem plot...
