Manners Maketh Man [Yelena Belova X Male Reader]

Clear And Present Danger

Y/N arrived at the meeting point after going to the various different locations that he was instructed to go to by Frank. When he stepped out of the car Y/N watched as Castle approached with a prisoner.

"Frank. Long time no see." Y/N said as Castle smirked.

"Yeah, well, between the rumours of you being dead and rumours of me being dead, I figured that one of us really was gone." Frank said as Y/N chuckled.

"They'll have to try harder to get rid of us two. So who's sleeping ugly here?" Y/N said as he looked around. Castle took a bag off the prisoners head. "Well well, Philip Graves, it's been a while."

"Hey Y/N...long time no see, last we wet you were a kid."

"Calling me old?" Y/N asked with an offended tone making Castle smirk.

"How much you want for him?" Y/N asked as Castle shook his head.

"Consider this a professional curtesy." Castle said as Y/N nodded to him. "Just make sure you put him down when you're finished with him."

"With the greatest of pleasure." Y/N said with a smirk as he bounced Graves' head off of the boot lid of his car before throwing him in, closing the lid over and making sure it wouldn't open by zip tying the handle to the bumper. Y/N and Frank parted ways as Y/N set off to get Graves to the exfil point.

Red Room Facility:

"We're bringing the plans forward Dispatch the team." Dreykov spoke as he looked to Quirrell who smiled, they were on the verge of total victory.

Hereford Base:

"Price, just what the hell do you want from me?"

"You know what I want, sign off on it." Price said as he looked the man in the chair dead in the eye.

"So because Dreykov helped this man, You want to form a black ops team with unlimited authority and no holds barred on them to hunt this man down?" The man asked as Price nodded.

"That's right."

"Why would I do that?" The man asked as he looked at Price.

Verdansk:

The Russian man put his hands through the slot on his cell door, allowing the soldiers to put the handcuffs onto his wrists. Six guards escorted him through the entry onto his cell block, the guard dogs began to bark at him like the Devil himself.

"The danger we face is clear and present." Price said to as the figure sat in the chair was refusing to sign off on a mission.

The widows were under water as they planted charges on the ice, backing away and detonating the charges, causing a jeep to fall through the ice, they were swift to grab the fleeing guards and stab them with their combat knives.

Meanwhile the Russian man was being escorted through the shower rooms where a prisoner was being beaten to death, the ringleader of the group looked up and saw the Russian man, immediately stopping the beating before the man nodded to him to continue. As the Russian Man continued to walk through the prison, cameras watched his every move.

"This is not a threat...not an if...but when." Price said as he approached the mans desk.

The Widows swum under the water and in through the sewers while another group of Widows rappelled up the side of the fortress, taking aim at guards and firing suppressed pistols.

The Russian man was handed over to a separate group of guards before being escorted through more corridors.

The Tattoo artist prepared his tools.

"A force of Evil who seeks to tear the world apart. Piece by piece." Price said as he remembered his past run ins with the enemy in question. "To him, every ally is a weapon...every bystander, a shield."

Price remembered hearing a few weeks ago about a plan crashing and the circumstances surrounding it making him start thinking of the idea he was proposing. He had a sense of what was to come. 

"We don't know his next target, but we do know ours..." Price said as he leaned onto the desk looking his higher up directly in the eye.

The tattoo artist adjusted the lamp slightly, illuminating the Russian mans face...

"...Makarov."

Makarov smiled at the tattoo artist as an explosion went off, blowing the walls open, Widows blow a hole in the roof and dropped down, freeing him from his handcuffs and handing him a desert eagle.

"First, a distraction." Makarov smiled at the Tattoo artist before shooting them in the head with the Desert Eagle, leaving alongside the Widows...