He Found You. || Ghost

Prologue: Capture.

Azurine

Azurine, a known hooded sniper, callsign Angel Dust, ran desperately through the dense environment, dark trees thickening either side of her making any idea of escape much harder than intended. Especially at her current pace. It seemed endless. Like there were no way out. Maybe there wasn't, would she really let herself be so dumbfounded and get caught like this? The exit seemingly reached further and further from her grasp, the more she ran, the more the branches would thrash at her face almost blinding her already foggy vision, tearing at her face and created small cuts that stung like acid.

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It had never been her idea to attend this mission, although she had never denied going up against the one she hated. The one they hated. However, the only fault in this one was the mistake she had kept making. She was underestimating people. Underestimating him.
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Adrenaline pumped through her veins, so much that her legs mindlessly ran while she rushed through thoughts of different endings. Maybe she'd trip and snap her neck or they'd shoot without catching her first. Her footsteps pounding into the dirt, the sound of fallen sticks snapping causing her to run even faster, but also unintentionally bringing the enemy closer and closer, drawn by the sound of their prey escaping from them, one that would be caught.

But maybe she was running too fast. The moment she stopped running, dust and dirt kicked up into the air while her foot slid, almost costing her precious moments if she had fell. But she caught herself, just before she would have lost balance and fallen hundreds of feet not to far in front of her. Of course she'd reached the cliffside, except the helicopter now was replaced by empty space.

A.D turned around swiftly, but almost immediately stepped back at the scene of how outnumbered she'd become. She had let this happen. Her captain had done this too. No. It was all on her for even accepting the damn mission to begin with.

Her breath hitched in her throat, leaving her standing there with her pistol out in the open, her fingers fading to a pinky white with the amount of stain her grip held due to the amount of pressure in the moment. Rocks slowly began to crumble off of the cliff face only mere feet behind her, reminding her of the two options she had. Surrender to them or escape using death.

"Surrender," a threatening, deep voice shot up from in front of her. A tall, masked soldier pushed his way through the crowd, inching closer to her with each passing second, an already cocked back pistol tight in both hands. His men stood behind him now, like robots waiting all in line for the next command. In their places, not moving, just still. Azurine counted them. Twelve to one, a losing game hand made just for her.

Their uniforms were like no other she had seen. Not Polish. Not Russian. Definitely not Chinese. British? That's when she saw it, the small flags on the uniform's shoulders. Red, white and blue. The one and only British soldiers. The worst of Germany's enemies. Great.

The white skull mask hid the man's face, he stood so confidently in front of all of them. But why? Was he the most important? Or was he just too obnoxious and confident for his own good. The mask look tight, suffocating even but he wore it with no trouble. It was accompanied by a marked balaclava covering wherever the mask didn't, completely hiding his identity without trouble.

"On your knees, don't make me repeat it," he suddenly ordered.

A.D hesitated, she wouldn't bow down that easily, she couldn't.

"Nein," she spat. (No.)

"Woah, the German speaks!" He shouts mockingly. "Now do as I say, don't want your filthy blood everywhere, now do we?"

The masked man was slowly closing the gap she had so desperately created in the first place. Her hot breaths moved the hood around her face gently, the sweat around her forehead slowly rolling down towards her cheeks. She wasn't afraid, right? This was surely an easy situation to escape from. But it would and could get a lot worse in the span of two seconds.

Another moment's hesitation before she dropped to her knees, dirt scattering around her uniform messily, a wicked smile appearing on his face before she

raised her hands,

and surrendered.

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