Y/N was silent, feeling the jeep bounce about on the sandy path right back to the mask base. Or what he assumed was the way to base. If he was honest, he wasn't paying attention to the ride.
"TALK!" one of the mask troops yelled, throwing a hook at Kevin, which almost knocked him out. Y/N saw the brass knuckles he bore and grew heated as he tried to escape his bonds and fight, much to the mask's delight. "Ah we got a fighter eh? Love to see em-"
"Sir!" the mask in shotgun called up. The main one sighed.
"Better be good"
"We got inbound, 9 O'clock!" Almost as he finished saying that, Y/N heard the distinctive sound of helicopter rotors, and looked in their direction, seeing a small attack helicopter coming in. Not knowing if it was friendly or not, the masks armed up, and aimed at the incoming aircraft. To Y/N's surprise, the heli came into a hover directly above them, maintaining pace with the moving jeep.
"FIRE, YOU IMBECILES!!" the supposed commander ordered.
"Sir, our mounted doesn't go that angle!"
"THEN USE YOUR RIFLES!" The masks nodded, but before they could fire, three new people had fast-roped down onto the jeep, and were quickly gaining control of the jeep. From the bit Y/N could see, a man, in what looked to be a Russian combat helmet, hoisted a mask up and just simply threw him off, without showing a lick of effort. Suffice to say, he was impressed. The other two consisted of a redhead woman in a baseball cap and shades, and a mysterious-looking soldier, dressed in the Danish Frogmen attire, or so Y/N had caught on with their nickname in the UN. He didn't have time to process before the redhead grabbed him, slicing his bonds.
"Who-?"
"No time. Promise everything will be explained once we're outta here" she spoke, signaling up to the helicopter. Seconds later, two more lines dropped, with harnesses attached at the ends. Once they came down, two black SUVs and a handful of dirtbikes drove in beside them.
"Suka! Eliza-"
"I see them!" The redhead, who Y/N assumed was Eliza, spoke loudly, cutting the Russian off. She ordered the Russian and the Dane to hold off the pursuers as Eliza got Y/N and Kevin into the harnesses. Y/N felt a bit awkward being helped into a harness, it felt like he was being forced into a baby swing at a park. Even Eliza seemed to have some difficulty getting him in. "Okay, that's secure," she nodded. "Once you two are up, help Collinn undo the harnesses. He'll be the guy in shades and a tie"
"A tie?"
"He has a fashion issue, I know" Eliza shrugged, signaling the chopper above to reel in the fastropes. As soon as she did, Y/N felt himself being hoisted up into the air, the scenario below them becoming smaller and smaller until they were pulled into the helicopter. Y/N looked over and saw two ops pulling them in, and started to undo the harnesses. Y/N helped where he could, helping who, he was pretty sure, was Collinn. Once out, Y/N saw Kevin being helped out of his harness by a blond woman, with tattoos all along her arms.
"Advice son: Don't piss Meghan off" Collinn spoke, setting up the harness for another fastline.
"Heard that!" The woman, Meghan, spoke, getting Kevin out of his harness. Y/N observed as the two reconnected the harnesses and sent them down to pick up their comrades on the still-moving caravan.
"Who are you guys?" Kevin asked.
"NASA" Meghan responded bluntly, not looking back at him. Y/N watched Collinn look at Meghan with a raised eyebrow, and she shrugged in response as the lines came back up with the Russian supersoldier-looking guy and the Dane. The Americans got them un-harnessed and Meghan harnessed up.
"You all good comrades?" The Russian spoke to them, setting his LMG aside.
"Just confused" Y/N admitted, taking a seat. Collinn took up a seat next to him, the Dane leaning on the wall on the other side.
"I can promise all will be explained. Right now, lets get out of danger, sound good?" Collinn smirked. Y/N let out a dry laugh and nodded as one harness came back up. The Russian helped the redhead unharness, who looked back down to the caravan.
"About 5 masks down there, Meghan cant take them all, her gun was knocked away during my harnessing"
"She's a fistfighter-"
"Alex, she has no weapon and they do. Sure she can take a fist fight but-"
"HEY!" The Dane shouted out. The rest looked over as they saw Y/N leap out of the chopper, FMG-9 in hand, sliding down the fastrope. They all knew what he was doing, and while it was risky, they couldn't do too much to stop him at this point.
"Ballsy kid" Alex muttered.
"I'm gonna want that back!" The Dane shouted as Y/N landed on top of one of the masks, knocking him off the vehicle. Meghan, hearing him land, turned to look at him.
"They throw you out already?" she smirked.
"Well, stay here and lose, you stuck-up SEAL" Y/N shot back, while literally shooting down two masks effortlessly. Meghan cocked her head a bit, but harnessed up anyway as Y/N finished the rest on the jeep, and planted a remote explosive on it, jamming the gas pedal to floor it.
"Only one line kid, coming or not?" Meghan shouted as Y/N grabbed hold of the line. Meghan held onto him securely as they were reeled up and the jeep sped away. Once aboard, Y/N detonated the explosive, sending the jeep, and the rest of the convoy, into a blazing ball of fire.
"I like this kid" Alex nodded as the chopper began to fly off. Y/N shrugged, tossing the gun back to the Dane.
"Thanks for the assist" Meghan muttered. "But how'd you know I was a SEAL?" Y/N chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You have the patches, my friend"
YOU ARE READING
Underneath the Veil (Male Reader x Nøkk
RomanceY/N L/N is part of a Spec Ops team known as "Ghost Crew", who have become family to him. On a mission gone south, he and a survivor are rescued by Rainbow, where he forms an unlikely bond with the teams most secretive op.
