Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 1

"You know, I still think about what could've happened with us? With the squad, I mean. I keep hoping that I'm in a horrible, twisted nightmare and when I wake up I'll see your faces, all ready for anything. If anything, I just hope you understand." I said, as I placed my hand on the ground in front of the gravestones.

"I've got to go, I'll see you guys next year, alright?"

I stood up from my kneeling position, a somber look emblazoned on my face. However, it was quickly covered by a half face gaiter, which also covered my scars. I looked to my right, as I saw my 'comrades' waiting for me, beckoning me with their hands. I walked to the van, where my teammates stood. Entering the opened back, I found my gear waiting for me. Slipping into my gear, I waited to put on my helmet.

"Took you long enough. You still got a job to do, remember, Firebreak?" One of the men said, as he put on a pristine white mask.

"Yeah, you gotta help us take down these Rainbow assholes!" The driver said, as he started the car and began to accelerate.

"Listen up, I don't give a rat's ass about either of you. I'm only working with you scumbags cause you pay well. Rainbow and the White Masks are both irrelevant to me." I said, as I tinkered with my incinerator for the next couple hours of the trip.

My VC1-Incinerator is a weapon of my own design. It is just a metal framework, but it is capable of shooting pure flames thirty meters away. It is adjustable by a small dial on the top, which I use to control how much damage I do. The incinerator uses bulletproof canisters with enough fuel for 25 seconds of sustained fire in each canister. I carry 10 at any time with my uniform. It is lighter and more practical to carry individual bulletproof canisters than a large backpack.

My outfit is a combined effort between myself, and my former CO. He helped me design the outfit, which has high resistance to 5.7 FN and smaller calibers. Not fully bulletproof, but still provides good amounts of protection to the wearer. However, if I were to get shot in the same spot repeatedly, I would not be around for very long. Also, the uniform needs to be repaired after every usage. Annoying, but worth it.

The mask nearest to me tapped my shoulder, before handing me an earpiece. I put in my ear, before putting my helmet over my head.

"Alright. Clock in, load up, kick ass." The lead mask for this operation said. I waited for the others to go in front of me, before they opened the door. They both jumped out and raised their rifles, before I jumped out, squeezing a small flame from my incinerator.

Following the two, we went into a large office building. Twenty-ish more guys came in immediately,raving five of them to hold the hostages on the ground floor. The five were all setting up reinforcements to protect against an infiltration. I got into an elevator with the two I came in with, before three more joined. They clicked the button for the top floor, before one of them looked back at me.

"Who the fuck is this power ranger?" He asked, before the other two chuckled. I cracked a smirk, as I had never heard that one before.

"This guy is the outside help the boss got. He's some crazy pyromaniac with his only allegiance to where money comes from."

"Alright, I'll stay out of your way, torchy."

"Good." My helmet's filtration system makes me sound more intimidating when I am wearing it, which was an added bonus from my old. He helped put the final touches on my uniform, and the attached role I take with it.

"Everyone down!" The masks shouted, as they shot the ceiling a couple of times. Stepping out from the elevator, I saw more teams of White Masks come out, pushing the workers to the ground.