Love and War

Chapter one:How it happened. Part 1- No break for Alisa

Haiba Alisa. Twenty-six years old, was a top student at the military academy, and is a great sniper. As for her fighting skills. She was good at fighting, learning the attack patterns of the enemy fast, with great reflexes too, yet she wasn't always fighting clean... She was a smart fighter, using everything she could in her advantage. "Call me a dirty fighter all you want, but I'm still winning no matter what so I don't really care." The platinum blonde haired girl was telling everyone whenever they were talking about it.
She was in lots of missions in dangerous countries, got herself in dangerous situations, rescued people, murdered terrorists, saved families, she herself got kidnapped and managed to escape every time, she got wounded, almost died, and last year she fell in love and saw the love of her life die in front of her, her first love and fiancée. She drastically changed her appearance after it as well, as she got more muscles, got an undercut, she made a scorpio tattoo on the right side of her back, and pierced her ears.

Alisa just went home after another mission that lasted few months, and decided to go into her pool since she hated the heat, ready to enjoy her vacation as a commander now, a rank up for all the bravery and courage she had proved of. The tall half russian female was relaxing herself.

"We have to call her." A man said.
"What? But she just came home from an extremely important mission, are you insane? Do you think she can bear that?" The other man replied, shaking his hands in the air as he was shocked. "There must be other plenty good shooters, snipers and fighters out here."
"Send her, I've told you already. Do you want us all to die, or what?"
"Alright, alright. I will call her now sir."

After a while of swimming, Alisa heard a phone. Her work phone. That was no good thing. She got up, dried her hands a bit then answered the phone. She saluted, then stood silent and heard what was the man saying at the phone.
" But sir, I came home two days ago." She said, her eyes widening a bit. "Alright, I will be there as soon as I can, sir. I won't let you down." And she hung up.

"Motherfucker, I can't rest even now!" She yelled, jumping into the pool and yelling under the water, even if it was nothing unintelligible and it was going out only as air bubbles.

After a week, Alisa was on her way to the military base, and the rumors were flying fast about the "Reaper Eagle", as she was called.

"I heard that the new commander is ruthless." A man said.
"Same. I heard a thing that he had a lover which died in a terrorist attack, and since then he started going on rampages when in missions." The other said.
"I heard that he fights dirty, and that his shooting skills are way beyond good. He could no scope you no matter the possible distance, and he's even use stuff he'd find so the bullet could jump to the victim and give the others a hard time to find where he was located. " Another one jumped in.
" I heard that the commander is, in fact, a woman. A half russian woman." Someone said, making the crowd laugh.
"What kind of bullshit is that?!! A woman? To do all that? Yeah, no."

And just then, the truck arrived. Everyone went down, with the lieutenant being last. The men looked at her rank on the uniform and how she was walking in shock, with a cold look on her face and her bicolored eyes cold. She arranged her bun a bit that was revealing her undercut then waited for everyone to gather up, but they were all acting like she wasn't even there, whispering stuff as "Yeah, no, I'm not falling for that."

Minutes passed and Alisa ordered them once to gather up, but for nothing. The platinum haired woman got mad, as she felt a vein almost popping from her head. She stomped one of her legs to the ground, dragged her voice a bit then gave everyone an death glare. "I SAID GATHER UP, YOU FILTHY PIECES OF SHIT!" She yelled, making everyone freeze. "Do you really want me to make you run and do other stuff until you can't walk since the first day, ah? Tell me!" She spoke angrily, her voice being a bit husky. Everyone gathered up now, making Alisa nod her head, more relaxed now. "Oh, so you apparently have ears now, ah? So I have to yell, make you fear me and give you all sorts of orders to listen?" She asked.

"No ma'am."
"Good. Now, I should introduce myself. I'm lieutenant Haiba Alisa, twenty-six years old and the commander of this company. I was in missions in some known countries for the wars they have and lead my team to victory every time. All rumors about the escapings I had and my missions are true. And the fact that I'm half russian. I'm here to make you, scumbags, into humanity's strongest army and help you beat the crap out of these fuckfaces from the horror movies with style. We're in the military, we have to act like it." She said, hearing someone scoff." What was that?" She asked, looking in the direction of the scoff.

A tall, well built man with black hair arranged like a rooster and hazel eyes looked at the slightly shorter female and got closer, until there was about one step difference. "Oh, it was nothing, lieutenant, but I just don't think you could pull that off. After all, we can't just believe all those rumors that you can fight are real, just because you said so. What if you're just a fragile woman, with a bit under average shooting skills?" He said, rsing his hand to scratch the back of his head.

Just then, Alisa thought he was going to hit her, so she grabbed him by his wrist as fast as she could and hit his leg hard enough so he could fall. The man groaned in pain as the dust was flying onto his face and when he felt the woman immobilising him, while sitting on his back like it would be nothing. "So... does this still seem fragile mister...?"
"UrghH! Kuroo! Corporal Kuroo Tetsurou!" He said, looking up with his eyes to see Alisa with a smug yet cold look on her face, emitting superiority.
"Corporal Kuroo. Nice to meet you."
"Can't say the same." He spat out, making Alisa grip onto him harder, as he squinted his eyes in pain.
"Learn how to fucking respect someone, corporal. I'm higher in rank, higher in role, older and a woman. Next time I won't be so merciful with you, and you might end up exhausted from what I'd do to you." She said through gritted teeth, throwing his hand back in disgust and getting up, arranging her uniform.
"Now that we know each other and all that, let's get back to work, shall we?"