Sparrow

5

You were too afraid to move, to breath. You waited for the pain. For your body to slowly slump to the floor. Nothing happened. You weren't in pain, you didn't feel any blood running down the side of your head.

Your eyes slowly opened and you looked around. Your vision was fine. Was it shock? Was there too much adrenaline running through your veins to feel the pain?

A thud to your left caught your attention. The man who held a gun to your head had a bullet hole of his own in the side of his. You looked up at the perpetrator, the smoking gun still extended out.

He quickly withdrew his weapon and placed it in his holster.
"We've got a hostage over here!" The man called to his comrades. His accent was thick and German, though he spoke English very well. He wore a black cloth over his face with eyeholes cut out of it. He was a mountain of a man. You thought Ghost was tall, but this man towered over him.

The mountain got down on one knee to be eye level with you. His eyes were a piercing blue color that contrasted with the fully black outfit.
"English?" He asked, a simple question.

You nodded in response. You looked the opposite direction of him, trying your best to hide your face from his gaze. The embarrassment of your state weighing down on your chest. Your eyes moved to a piece of black fabric around a dead man's belt that you desperately wanted to grab. He moved to the side to cut the restraints on your arms and legs, finally freeing your limbs.
"Dog tags, are you military?" He asked, noticing the dog tag necklace you adorned.

You were about to speak when, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the patch on his shoulder. You faced him fully, a rock forming in your stomach.
"KorTac."

"You're KorTac?" He questioned.

"No, you're KorTac. I'm 141."

The strangers eyes met yours with an intense realization. He sighed, shaking his head and then letting out a string of curses in German while freeing your last limb from the ropes.
"Warum ich?" He grumbled.
(Why me?)

"Fick dich!" You snapped back at him.
(Fuck you!)

"You know German?"

"Colonel!" A deep voice called, followed by the thudding of heavy boots on the ground.

With the man who rescued you distracted, you took this time to scramble to a cloth you had seen earlier and tied it around your face. You couldn't help but notice the couple of times that he looked at your scarred cheek. It made your stomach turn.

When you had returned to a standing position, you locked eyes with a familiar American. He removed his glasses off his face and looked at you with equal shock.
"Sparrow?"

"Hutch!"

You ran toward your friend. He met you in the middle and engulfed you in a large hug, his huge biceps squishing you.

"You know each other?" The Colonel questioned. Hutch pulled back from you and clasped his hand on your shoulder.

"We were in the Marines together." Hutch explained as you looked up at your friend you hadn't seen in a while. Hutch was a fairly high rank in the cyber security department. With you being Intel, it wasn't uncommon that you went to him for help with tracking, hacking or locating. You knew now the reason why he left now, he had joined KorTac.

"What's with the mask, Sparrow?" Hutch asked, tugging gently on the long piece of fabric hanging from the lower half of your face.

"I had an accident a while ago. I prefer to keep it on." You explained, overcome with embarrassment.