Since I was a little girl I knew that I wanted to be a special forces operator. I just knew who I wanted to be and what I wanted. So at the age of 22, I became a secret agent in my country. Foreign secret services also noticed me very quickly so in no time I landed a job at the CIA. After a year as a secret agent, which mostly consisted of working alone as an assassin, I was transferred to try something new. I didn't like this kind of change at all. I liked my work as an agent, gathering information and killing bad guys, and I came up with the name: "targets" for them, because they are not human to me, they are less than human in my eyes.
But I had no choice but to accept the job they offered me.
2021.jan.12.
I woke up to my alarm at 6 in the morning. I am being transferred to my new base tonight. I'm a little nervous, but because of my unusual, some might say crazy morning routine, that feeling went away very quickly. I usually start in the morning with a run and a little weightlifting, which I've found really helpful because I need to stay in shape between missions and keep myself occupied so I don't die of boredom when there's more than a week between deployments. After I finished at the gym, I drove home. At home, I showered and ate my breakfast.
It's time to pack - I silently muttered to myself, I didn't have a lot of stuff at home, I was very good at packing, I've done it many times before. So I was ready in no time.
I took one last look at my apartment before exiting and closing the door, silently praying to myself that I hadn't forgotten to pack anything. I put my bag in the back seat of the car and got behind the wheel. I headed for the center, which was more than 2 hours away from my apartment. I enjoyed the drive even though my nervousness grew more and more along the way. I entered the building.
I'm looking for Kate Laswell - I said to the receptionist, who, after a firm nod, got up from her chair and nodded her head to the right to indicate that I should follow her. Corridors after corridors and even more corridors, I don't like the center, you can get lost in a matter of seconds between the many offices and warehouses of all kinds, it doesn't help that the corridors are always the same and the only thing that helps you is the small metal sign at the end with a black inscription you are at level 5 and what you find at this level. We finally arrived at the office, the receptionist knocked on the door and told Kate that I had arrived. I met her a week ago, she is a white woman with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, probably in her late 40s.
Come in!- I heard Kate's voice from the other side of the door and the receptionist let me in, I closed the door behind myself and took a seat next to Kate at the table.
How was your trip?- she asked curiously.
Good- I answered tersely.
Great- Kate replied with a faint smile on her face as she took out a pile of folders from one of the drawers and she placed them in front of me. It contained the mission details along with all the members and various other information. Kate explained what's going to happen in the next week and what to expect, then introduced the different members. It immediately became apparent that the members were from the secret services of different countries and for some reason my name was on the Russian team.
Why am I in the Spetsnaz team?- I asked immediately.
Well, you're the only one on our American team who speaks Russian fluently, so we thought you'd be a good fit for this job- She answers my question. It's true that I spoke Russian fluently, but I felt that this is a bit unfair I was immediately placed in a new work environment, and moreover, I had to spend most of my time in a team with people whom I had not met before, and in fact, I just found out that they exist. I was relieved to see Special Air Services (British Forces) and members of the Demon Dogs (US Forces) listed. I was lucky enough to know some of them. I also remembered that I even work directly with Captain John Price and some of his teammates. After Kate told me a little more about the members and other details, we grabbed our stuff and headed to the airport.
I hope you liked this part!
(Also sorry if my english has some mistakes)
Iwill try to make the next parts longer, I just want to see if anyone is interested in this or not
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Nikto x reader (fem)
FanfictionAs the title suggests, this is going to be a Nikto x reader story. I will try my best to follow the storyline of Call of Duty as much as I can (I'm also going to add parts that are merely from my imagination). I hope you will enjoy it!