Miles from normal

⊰⁠⊹ฺChapter 1

I was outside moving my new furniture inside the house, I live near a prison in Las Almas so it was normal for me to maybe hear gunshots on the daily. But this time it was something else, something blew up, I didn't know what it was but it sounded big.
I drop my furniture and reach in my drawer taking my pistol and heading towards the prison.
"What the fuck are you doing y/n..I better not have to shoot some gringos."
I locate a big gap in the wall, followed by fire and smoke. As I take a look closer I see it's a tank.
"¿Por qué diablos explotó un tanque?" (Why the fuck did a tank blow up?) I question myself as then I hear men talking in the distance, I hide behind the broken wall. One of the men sounds Scottish and the other Mexican. "Weir-" I get cut off as I hear coughing coming from the tank, I head towards it as the hatch opens up and a man comes out of it falling on the ground, bloody and coughing, I recognize that face... it's Phillip, my childhood friend.
"Jesus! ok ok get up hermanó" I run at him as I pick him up letting him lean on my side "can you walk?" I ask. "I think so, thanks" he says barely can talk but I understood what he said "alright let's get u back to my house"
"Sounds good" he's trying to make out some words, kinda hard with the blood in his mouth. Couple of minutes later they're inside her house
"Hang on I'll grab the medkit and painkillers!" I offer him to sit down on my bed, as I come back with them all I tell him he needs to take off his vest and military uniform. He's now left in a black dirty tank top and some shorts. "It's gonna hurt but you have to hang on, you got a big fucking cut on your side gringo.." I disinfect the area and sew the cut back, he groans in pain "I know, i know but it's done"
"Hurts like a bitch" he says. I disinfect the cuts on his forehead and then I take a bandage and wrap it around his head "you're banged up good, go to the bathroom and wash your mouth, I'll give you painkillers", I help the man get up to go to the bathroom, he then washes his mouth from the blood and we make our way back to my bedroom. "Alright here take this glass of water and some painkillers, after this you need to rest, we'll talk tomorrow"
"Thank you, means a lot y/n, we'll have to talk though." He says then proceeds to drink some water and swallow the pills.

                 In the morning

I get up from the couch and make my way towards the bedroom. "Good morning, wake up" I open the curtains "how do you feel?" I ask "way better thank you" the man answers "no problem gringo, I'll go make breakfast" I turn to face him "It's interesting we meet again this way y/n." He says "I know and I'm sorry." i apologize  "alright I'll let you make breakfast, call me when it's done". I open the door and head towards the kitchen.
"Espero que le guste el tocino y los huevos" (I hope he likes bacon and eggs), after a few minutes I was done cooking, I place both plates on the table "Phillip I'm done! Can you walk yourself or shou-" I get interrupted as he opens the door and walks to the table "I can walk myself, slowly but it's something" Graves says, "well that's great, sit down and enjoy your meal"
"Thank you, you too" he sits down and starts eating, I clear my throat "so you gonna tell me why was ur tank blown up?" I question him, "They tried to kill me and I tried to kill them, both of us failed, tho they probably think I'm dead" he admits "Thank god you're not, I came in time"
"Yes you did and by the way the food is good"
"Thank you, tried my best...what's your occupation? Probably something involved with military because of your vest"
"I'm a Commander, I work at Shadow Company."
"Makes sense..."
"What about you?" He makes eye contact with me
"I'm on a vacation right now, but I'm some sort of special agent, I have been a Lieutenant a lot of times before " I nervously say
"Special agent? Damn that's impressive not gonna lie. Who do you work for?"
"That remains a secret till later Phillip" I sigh
"Okay okay, how old are you? You don't seem like you've hit 30s"
"I'm 29, can't say the same about you" I chuckle
"Heh I'm 36, and yeah I was right" he proudly says
"Listen Graves I'm so sorry-"
"It's fine, but it did have an impact on me after you left and you didn't tell anyone anything y/n, fucks sake you were the only one who helped me back then"
"I had a reason...you know I didn't want to leave but it was for my own good" I get up from the table and I take both plates and put them in the sink
"You can't go out in the open can you?" I ask him
"It's only like 7 men that want my head, I have an entire army and Shepherd" he says
"Shepherd? Huh world's a small place... I used to work with him, like 2 years ago, so if I get you to your base, it's gonna be fine?" I ask "Yep, but they'll definitely find out I'm alive, can't say it would be that big of a problem" he smirks
"They almost killed you, if they find out they'll probably try to kill you again Graves" I tell him. "Listen I know but we'll work it out somehow"
"Okay, we're going in 2 days and also I'll be helping you" I say
"I'll need another ally thanks, listen my mission was to kill them"
"You'll tell me the whole story at your base"
" 'course I'll do don't worry y/n"
"I know some other people that might help us, they're my friends so don't worry, one of them has a whole gang so it would be enough with also your men hm?", "I like the way you think" he smirks. "Tell me about it gringo" I smile.

"By the way you know the name's of the people that were trying to kill you?"
"John McTavish, Simon Riley, Captain Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra and Kate Laswell" he says

"𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙪𝙙𝙮..? "

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SOOO YEAH THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1 FOR NOW
MIGHT WRITE CHAPTER 2 SOON SO I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT I TRIED MY BEST 😭🫶🏻