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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

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ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ~
ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

The way her hands grip onto the guns could put any man to death. That girl is Poison. She's the aggressive and angry woman who may be 5'7, but she's not afraid of getting violent. 

"Isaac, i told you no,"  She spoke with softly, but there was a slight grasp into her voice. Isaac has been her best friend since birth. They call each other Tacos with different meats. They spent every second of their life together, even joining the military together. 

The two headed to the military base together. Poison ran her fingers through her wet brushed back black hair. Her voice lets out a loud enough sigh before she looks out the window of the car. 

"You'll be fine, Mija," Isaac spoke, recognizing that she's nervous. They both had received a phone call from their captain asking them to come in even though it was a day off. They were told that someone wanted to speak to them. 

The drive was eerily silent and quiet until Isaac pulled into a spot. The two got out and immediately headed inside the building. Poison's hands were shaking slightly as they walked the familiar hallways. The boy put his hands on her shoulder. 

"Hermana, we're gonna be okay. Whatever happens, you know that you have me and Seb. " He spoke to her reassuringly, bringing to mention his boyfriend Sébastien. Poison nods her head slowly before entering the office. 

Captain Warren was sat in her office as the two entered. Warren lights up and smiles at the two, letting them take a seat. "He should be here soon," the Captain spoke while turning her attention to her computer. After five weirdly agonizing minutes, Captain Price walked in. Poison sat up in her seat with wide eyes. 

Her mind raced as the Captain of the most amazing team, Task Force 141, stood ahead of her. “Poison Gonzalez, Isaac Micheals. Pleasure to meet you both” Price nodded his head at the two, making their hearts race as he continued. “I’ve been hearing about you two and your skills. Im impressed you weren’t hired sooner, especially you Poison” He stood next to Warren, still smiling at the pair.

“I’m here to invite you both to join Task Force 141” Poison felt her body straighten at the words spoken. “So what do you say, you two?” Price gave them a smile.

 “We’re in” 

After the meeting, they were sent home to get packing with their things. Poison stood in her apartment as Oso brushed against her leg. “We made it, Oso.” She knelt down to pet the dog. Oso was a husky and Australian Shepard mix. The dog was her battle sidekick, so Oso was coming along. Poison drove her things and the doggo to the barracks where she would be staying with the Task Force. 

As she entered, she was met with the entire team. Her eye’s immediately turned to see a tall, shadowy figure with the skull mask standing in the corner. That was Ghost, their best fighter. She recognized the piercing eyes but ignored him as a man walked over with a weird hairstyle. 

"Who ordered the bunny?" The man spoke with a Scottish accent and a sly smirk. 

"Y quién te dejó pasar las fronteras?" She snapped back, everyone staring at her, confused. "She said who let you pass the borders." Another voice spoke as he walked over to her. 

"Gaz." He held his hand out, which she gladly shook. "You must be Poison"

She introduced herself to the group that was there, letting them meet Oso as well. After 3 minutes, Isaac shows up, apologizing profusely that he was late. They found their way to the rooms designated. They were forced to share a room with teammates. Isaac bunked with Soap, the Scottish guy, and Poison is bunked with Ghost. 

Poison sat down on the cot that was provided to her, Oso jumping up onto the bed. The mysterious man walked to his bed, which was across the room.

"You really don't remember me, huh?" His voice spoke coldly while still rough. "What do you mean?" Poison's red eyes tinted up at his massive frame.

She knew he was familiar but it was something she couldn't put her mind to. He muttered something and dragged himself to the bathroom that was connected to the room.

She stares off confused as Oso curls up into a ball on the bed. Poison reached her hand back to gently brush her fingers into the dogs soft fur.