Manners Maketh Man [Yelena Belova X Male Reader]

Survival Exercise...

Yelena was in the woods, still limping towards the nearest civilisation, hoping her map reading skills weren't as rusty as she thought. Her vision was starting to blur from exhaustion and blood loss, her lips were a shade of blue and her skin almost grey as she kept herself going, pushing herself as much as she could to make it to civilization. She had no sleeves thanks to ripping them off to bandage her wounds. As she looked around, Yelena heard the sounds of the soldiers finding their dead friends, she kept limping, her wounds in absolute agony as she limped through the vast wilderness, hoping to find civilization to get some help.

Meanwhile, at Solovetsky, Y/N and his team were pinned down by Red Room agents and DODC Agents, they were all fighting each other, with Y/N leading his team in holding off.

"Soap, nine o'clock!" Y/N called out as he turned and saw a squad of soldiers approaching. "Yelena do you read me?!"

Y/N looked at the incoming forces and made a decision.

"Lay down smoke, we're moving to higher ground. This is Agent Gwaine to Arthur, do you read?"

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"Pinned down on Solovetsky, Ross is a traitor. We need emergency air support and exfil ASAP!" Y/N yelled over the coms piece before taking a bullet to the sleeve of his suit, turning and shooting his attacker.

"Hang on-"

"No, don't hang on, I'm not ordering a bloody Pizza! Just get those birds airborne or we're gonna be deader than tank tops!" Y/N bellowed as Harry moved quickly to organise the support.

"Air strike is on the way, ETA 3 minutes. Exfil is arriving on 10-"

"Make that 5 minutes on the exfil or they'll be bringing home corpses." Y/N said as ran out of bullets in his assault rifle, he drew his pistol and began holding off as best as he could, using the under barrel frag rounds to clear groups of enemies. "Price, Frag nade!"

Price passed Y/N the grenade and Y/N pulled the pin and counted to two before throwing it at an incoming DODC chopper. The grenade blew up next to the chopper while Y/N was back to holding off.

Yelena found herself leaning against a tree catching her breath as the shouts of DODC soldiers drew closer, she willed herself to keep running, Ghost's balaclava in hand as she limp sprinted through the forest, her lungs burning, her wounds feeling like the most infernal agony she had known in years. 

She was running when a DODC soldier tackled her to the floor, she used the momentum to roll down the hill and then roll so that the soldier hit his head on a tree hard enough to snap his neck. As Yelena climbed to her feet she looked around and could see soldiers all about to fire, she made a jump of a small drop, landing and beginning her roll down the mountain.

Y/N was still holding off when he heard the relieving sound of a jet approaching, he and the rest of 141 ran into the nearby building and Y/N used his glasses IR laser pointer to point out the targets.

The jets flew over, raining high explosive ordinance on Red room and DODC agents alike.

"Positive hit!" Y/N called out.

"Copy that, coming in for another run, danger close people."

The jets came back overhead, raining bullets down on more hostile soldiers as a Chinook helicopter arrived, with the squad backing onto it via the air stair and Y/N waiting until everyone else was on before he boarded and the chopper left with the jets still bombing the Red Room and DODC forces.

Yelena had reached the bottom of the hill, she climbed to her feet, with more cuts from the scraping of rocks on the floor, and she limped off towards a town she could see in the distance...