This short chapter's just a little background for our lovely y/n:)
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"So, who's up for it?"
"Who's up for what?" I say, slamming the door open having just entered the meeting room, late, and with a towel in hand.
Heads turn my way as I close the door behind me and lean on it.
Okay, let me see...Colonel Quaritch and Doctora Jane's here. Uh, There are I think about 30 of us all in all. That's a lot. They don't do meetings with this many people ever. I wonder what's the fuss about.
I feel water drip from my hair to my skin. It's still pretty wet from the shower so I start drying the tips of my hair with the towel.
"Intelligence operative Rose, you're late." Doctora Jane firmly enunciated, her arms folded and a disappointed look plastered on her face. Nothing new. She's nagging me as always.
"Intelligence operatives are never invited to these slumber parties though," I comment before walking away from the door, throwing my towel on some dude, and opening the fridge to get a bagel. Cold bagels aren't really my thing but whatever, I'm starving.
"And now they are- No, you are. You're already invited and you're still complaining? Don't get started again, Y/N-" Doctora Jane snaps back but I cut her off as I heard my name. She's pretty old and is pretty quick to forget things. My real name's not to be said aloud and my alias 'Rose' is what I should be called at work. I wouldn't want strangers finding my address somewhere and killing me in my sleep you know.
"Relax, old hag. So what were y'all talking about? Who's up for what?" I retort before taking a bite at the bagel. Beside me, a familiar soldier whispers something about 'eating is not allowed in the meeting room' although I just reply with a nod before taking another bite.
"We're asking for one volunteer to spy for us in Pandora. They are to be turned into a Na'vi, ofcourse, which will be facilitated by Doctora Jane and overseen by yours truly." Colonel Quaritch says as he puts his hand on the doctor's shoulder. I open my mouth, about to say something that's probably offensive, but he cuts me off before I could do so. "Speaking off. You're perfect for the job Operative Rose."
"I'm perfect for anything." I smugly reply after gulping down the bagel.
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I forgot to tell you guys that I'm writing this book purely on memory. I just watched the second Avatar movie yesterday and I watched the first one years ago:") So, if there are story errors feel free to correct me and I'll gladly replace them<3 Thank you!
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OPEROSE | Neteyam X Reader (18+)
Fanfiction"My feelings for you do not reflect where I stand...and where I stand is not with you, Neteyam." You, the renowned "Operative Rose", had been chosen to spy on the Na'vi's with an Avatar perfectly tailored as you. But doing so is not just a walk in t...
