(Y/N) is a recon specialist in the Atlas military. When a botched mission leaves him dying in the snow he thinks his time is up. Until he wakes up in a hospital bed with a certain team of huntresses around him...
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A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to give a heads up that this chapter gets pretty heavy into the concepts of ptsd, depression, implied suicidal thoughts, and other darker topics. I know this story can be pretty light hearted most of the time so I wanted to give you all a fair warning that this will probably be the darkest chapter of the story so far.
That's all. Thanks so much for reading.
(Y/N)'s POV
(Y/N): "Do you really think going out with hybrids is a good idea?" I said as I got a closer look at the pictures. "We're gonna be out there alone, one of those things goes feral it's not like we're getting any reinforcements." Ilia seemed to expect this reaction as she just nodded.
Ilia: "They freak me out too but they're useful in combat and have been battle tested against Atlas already." I shook my head, still unconvinced. "Look I get it, but we're struggling for any manpower we can get. There's barely enough people here to keep a proper defensive perimeter." I still hated the idea but her reasoning was solid.
(Y/N): "Fine. I can work with it." She smiled.
Ilia: "Thank you." She continued as she started to walk across the room. "If it's any consolation I've ordered the White Fang's finest grunts to keep an eye on them as well." That calmed me down a little.
I doubt anyone could do much of anything if they all decided to attack us but it was nice to know that I wasn't going to be the only one on guard. Them being a part of Viper's Venom wasn't making things any better either.
Ilia: "Here. A gift from me to you." She handed me some kind of advanced assault rifle. It was a little barebones and looked more like a prototype than a time tested weapon.. but it did look good.
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(Y/N): "What's this?" I examined it in my hands.
Ilia: "A fancy rifle the boys in R&D made using an Atlesian rifle body and replacing some components with top of the line parts they managed to get their hands on." The rifle was sleek and very well made. "We've only got a handful of them so we can't give them away to just anyone, but you're far from a normal grunt~" I could've sworn I picked up a bit of a flirty tone in her voice.
The way she spoke sent little shivers down my spine and reminded me of...
Terra: "Eyes forward rookie, your job's to keep an eye on the mountain not me~" I can still feel her hot breath against my ear, begging me to break concentration. "I bet you'd like that~ Getting paid to watch me... all... day... long~" My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest.
Then it started beating faster I felt the hot blast of air from a grenade explosion...
And faster as I felt the kickback of firing a rifle into her.
Cinder: "(Y/N)?" I recoiled back as I felt someone touch my hand, taking a moment to breath as I realized the girls were standing around me. "Are you okay?" I stood there with my hand by my head as I looked around.
