Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 19

I looked around at the carnage around me. Five bodies, five friends. I looked at Nero, as he fell to his knees. His face was covered in an expression of shocked horror. He was shot. He fell onto his back, gasping for breath.

"E..Elen-Elena." He whispered, as I knelt down next to him. I glanced up, seeing the woman he loved.. gone.

"Shh, it's okay, brother. Take it easy, don't try to talk." My helmet was fogging up from my tears. I ripped it off, dropping it next to me. I clutched his hand, bending over him.

"I-I'm dying, aren't I?" He asked, a quivering fear in his voice. "Tell it to me straight, boss."

I couldn't talk. My voice was caught in my throat. He nodded, chuckling. He seemed to have accepted it.

"It's okay, Kry-Krystof. I hav-have no regrets. I'll.. be in a better place. Take h-him down, a-and.. tell Elena.. I lo-love her.." The light faded from his eyes, as he gave his last sigh, his life leaving his body. His hand went limp in mine.

My friend, my brother-in-arms. Gone. I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears burning my eyelids. I bent over, resting my head on his breathless chest.

"No.." The imminent danger we were in seemed to melt away. All that remained was his body and my regret. I should've seen it, pushed him out of the way. I should've..

"Krystof!" Tina shouted, breaking me out of my trance. I looked up at her, as she held her rifle in her hands. "We don't have time to grieve right now. I'm sorry."

I stood up, fixing my helmet back on again. I looked at the five dead operators. Nero, Elena, now joined forever. Twitch, Bandit, Sledge, rotting in hell.

"Did that hurt, Krystof? Did it hurt to lose your friend? Is wittle old Kwystof gonna cry?" He taunted.

Wordlessly, I picked up my Incinerator and checked the canister. I grabbed Nero's rifle. I walked to the barricaded entrance I came in from. Reaper followed me. I turned, facing him.

"No. Protect them."

"Understood, Krystof. This unit is sorry."

I pulled the barricade back, slipping through.

"Wait up!" A voice spoke, as I turned to see Goggles slip through. "Listen, Krystof. I'm sorry about how I've treated you. I want to help you."

I remained silent, before turning back and walking out into the halls. He took that as a sign to follow me.

The first group of masks I saw, a patrol hunting for ops, I assume, was unprepared. I sprayed Nero's 416-C Carbine, sending the masks to the ground. Hearing it, another group, Immortals and Boko Haram, ran into my flames.

"MASOOONN!" I let loose a primal yell. I fired more bullets into the ceiling, trying to draw the fucker out.

"Woah, okay." Jordan seemed surprised, unsurprisingly.

"You called, dear boy?" The intercom rang to life again, alive with Mason's taunting laugh.

"SHOW YOURSELF, STOP FUCKING HIDING!"

"I'm not hiding, you just haven't found me yet." He laughed like a deranged lunatic, which granted, he was.

I rounded a corner to be shot back by an explosion. Jordan, who was far enough away to be unaffected, got up against the wall and peeked around the corner.

"Some chick with a grenade launcher." He said before getting back into cover. I picked myself up, before checking for damage. I seemed to be fine. I rounded the corner once more, before sprinting forwards, spraying the rest of the clip from Nero's gun at the woman. It bounced off her body armor, as she readied another shot. It hit the ground right in front of me, knocking me on my ass.