Disclaimer: This is my own version of Vanguard and will have nothing to do with the actual game, so you're safe from that games example of what not to do.
In the height of WW2, Germany's Africa campaign was being dismantled by the S.A.S. Their raids...
Y/N was walking through the streets of the nearby town, his long overcoat protecting him from the rain as he made his way to the hotel that Deirdre was staying in, he had a 1911 pistol tucked into his belt, just on the off chance he needed it.
As he arrived at the hotel, Y/N's mind wandered to Deirdre, to her having been risking her life all this time, just how long had she been keeping this from him.
He walked into the hotel and up to Deirdre's room, knocking on the door, and waiting until he heard the sound of the door unlocking, it opened and she was stood there looking glamorous as always.
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"Come in." Deirdre said as Y/N walked in, his eyes meeting hers. "Close the door."
Y/N did as he was told and locked the door to stop anyone spying.
"Your suit is in there, do be quick dear, we haven't got much time." Deirdre said as Y/N put his coat on the back of the door, she saw the 1911 pistol and looked at him.
"We can't have you carrying that big bulky thing with you, here, I keep a spare Walther PPK and some ammunition. Take these."
Y/N took the pistol and ammo before walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the suit. As he was putting on the suit, Deirdre looked at him every now and then while she was checking her weapons. She noticed the scars from his time in combat most prominent was the one on his leg where he had been shot in Tobruk, the wound was clearly recent.
"You really didn't waver while you were in Africa?" Deirdre asked as Y/N put his shirt on.
"No. I know you think me the kind of unfaithful scumbag who goes whoring on weekends, but I'm not." Y/N said as Deirdre.
"It's not that, I'm just surprised, you must have had women throwing themselves at you, a big brave soldier, handsome and heroic." Deirdre said as Y/N looked at her.
"There were quite a few throwing themselves at me, but I said no." Y/N said as he finished getting changed. "Shall we?"
As Y/N and Deirdre arrived at the party, Carthings and his squad set out towards their target.
Y/N and Deirdre arrived at the party, the pair walked through the doors and began looking around.
"Mal sehen, was wir herausfinden können. (Let's see what we can find out.)" Deirdre said as Y/N nodded. They both mingled with guests, the Nazi high command of the local area.
"Also, Ms Knighton, wer ist Ihre charmante Freundin? (So, Ms Knighton, who is your charming friend?)"
"Das ist mein Geliebter, Mr. L/N, er arbeitet auf der Nachschubseite des Krieges. Er wurde von der Front nach Hause geholt, um zu helfen, ein paar Löcher in den Versorgungsbüros zu füllen. (This is my lover, Mr. L/N, he works on the supply side of the war. He was brought home from the front lines to help fill in a few holes in the supply offices.)"
While Y/N and Deirdre were at the party, Carthings was leading his team into the Nazi supply depot...
