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As Chris concludes the pep talk, you finish checking over your guns and making sure you have enough ammunition strapped to you for the journey ahead. The team nod and Chris takes a seat beside you.
"How you doing?"
"Just mentally preparing for the mission," you share a smile. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm good."
You nod, expecting the usual flat response. "You know, one day I'll ask how you're doing and you'll give me a different answer. It's always I'm good."
He looks down with a light smile. "There's more important things to be concerned about."
"I don't know, you're pretty important." You lean back on the bench. "I'd be lost without you. Because you're our leader and all."
"Yeah," he scoffs, "you of all people need someone to keep you in line." He rises to his feet and you follow. "Alright everyone, get your heads in the game!"
Exiting the aircraft and scanning your surroundings, you each split up and head off in different directions as planned. Gunfire and booms surrounding you as you weave left and right through narrow pathways.
After clearing most of the way with your team, you peer around the edge of a rotting cabin and quickly duck behind it before the mass of lycans catch a glimpse of you.
"Multiple hostiles on my six."
"Forget it, this is far too dangerous." Chris answers over the comms. "Everyone fall back. We'll gather more resources, come back to finish the job."
"I can do this." You reply. "I just have to get past them. In and out, thirty seconds."
"Absolutely not." Chris grits. "[Y/n] get back to the chopper I've got you covered."
"Good, I'm gonna need it."
"[Y/n]-"
"Cover me." You toss a flash grenade by their feet followed by a hand grenade, using the moment of confusion to slip between the growling creatures. Chris curses and raises his gun, following your figure.
Arriving at the target point in one of the ruined houses, you plant the device. A lycan bursts through the doorway, earning a spray of explosive bullets to the back.
Watching another clamber over its body with its claws scraping against the wooden planks, you duck and crash through the window to the side.
Head tilting to view the lycans running along the rooftops, you make a beeline for the path ahead. Chris open fires on the herd chasing after you, worry filling him when one grabs your ankle and roughly tugs until your chest hits the ground.
You grit your teeth when sharp claws scratch at the back of your leg, using the other to blindly kick its face. Plucking another grenade from your belt and chucking it into its open mouth, you shield your head when it implodes.
"Get out of there!" Chris bellows. If your life weren't on the line, your heart would most likely skip a beat over how furious he sounds. Pushing yourself up, your face scrunches when you shift your weight to your bad leg.
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