Distorted Smoke X Mute Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Chapter One: Strange Dream (Orignal)

"Mark," screamed the little girl waking from her nightly slumber.

"Sadie, where are you," called her frantic brother. A rhythmic pulse filled his head.

Mark woke up, drenched with sweat with a splitting headache. Loud music was emitting from his phone. Filling the dark void with harsh vocals and heavy guitar riffs.

Due to some type of mix up, the phone went from calm and relaxing to chaotic and energized.

With a sigh, Mark rolls over and pauses the song, and makes a mental note to remove that later.

The warm glow of the clock displays 4:46. The strange dream his subconscious conjured up had made the idea of sleep an unpleasant one.

Mark continues to go through his morning routine. Once out of the shower he's alarm goes off, catching him off guard.

Bloody hell, I fucking hate that thing.

Jeans and a black hoody awaited him on his dresser.

He makes his way to the kitchen to find something to eat. The fridge creeks open in disrepair, with its contents mostly empty, besides a few day old take out and a half case of Red Bull. With limited options, he settles on Pop-Tarts up in the cabinet.

Mark then places the delectable square object in the toaster.

He walks out to the patio for a quick cigarette break. Taking in the view of the apartment building across the street.

We all can't be winners, sometimes I wish that I chose a different profession. I wish I could afford a better apartment. I want that fucking lady across the street would stop looking at me through her fucking window.

With that, Mark puts out his cigarette underneath his boot and goes back inside. A heavy cloud of smoke tickles his nose. Goddammit, I guess I left it an abomination to humanity mode. The chared Pop-Tarts was inedible. Mark clears the smoke and gives up on breakfast.

I'll just get something from the vending machine.

Mark grabs his keys and locks up his apartment. He heads for the parking complex and makes his way to his beat-up cherry red 1999 Honda Accord. After a few tries, he was able to start his car.

The drive through Cheltenham was a slow and tedious drive to the regional government office. Mark's department, the Government Communications Headquarters or GCHQ which is a faction of SAS. It's a small department with only a few hundred personnel.

After reaching the parking structure, mark checks in with the security officer. The big towering man gives off a vibe that reads you don't want to fuck with him.

"Good Morning," the security officer says in a cheery tone.

"Morning," Mark replies dryly.

"You've been here, what two years and you don't ha-," Mark interrupts him.

"I just had a bad morning."

"All right, all set." His cheery tone seems to be absent from his voice. The officer hands him his ID card, and Mark thanks the man.

"That kid sometimes," the officer mumbles underneath his breath.

Mark swipes the card for the elevator and steps in.

"Mark, hold the elevator," Hollers a man at the security station. Mark put his hand in front of the elevator to prevent it from moving.

James is an interesting character. It seems like nothing can get him down, and he's always in a good mood. Mark doesn't know how to feel about James.