Seven Phantom Ghosts: Book 1

Chapter One

Headquarters – November 10th - 0455

       The carrier transporting Reaper descended and touched ground on a helipad that was attached to his organizations base of operations on the outskirts of Russia. He waited for the doors to open just enough and slightly crouched under the doors to leave and kept walking, ignoring the cold wind that whipped across his face and his entire body, sending a sharp shiver down his spine, forcing him to let out a shutter, a reaction rarely seen from the Reaper of the "Seven Phantom Ghosts". He stepped inside and gave a long sigh as he felt the warmth of the facility gave him a friendly "Welcome Home" kind of feel to it. He retracted his hood and resumed walking as the high tech hood began to fold back into his jacket as it became a material that felt like solid metal, revealing his jet black hair that had white and red streaks throughout his naturally spiked hair and his dull blue-green hazel-like eyes and showed that his skin tone was borderline albino from always wearing his hoodie. As he removed his half mask, it began to show scars across his face: One was directly across his nose while another was going directly across his throat, along with a faint one just above his left eye.

      He continued down the corridor, looking for the briefing room, so he could be debriefed of his mission so he could go and get some sleep. He made a left and saw that he wasn't alone as he saw the remainder of his personal team doing the same thing, since all of them were on their own assignment that all tied together.

     Other than himself, there are technically seven other members of this team, but he only deals directly with three others: Their code names are simply: "Ghost", "Nightmare" and "Shadow".

     Shadow is the Female of the group. Her real name is Temperance Lilith Grimm, but everyone normally just calls her by "Shadow" or "Tempe". She is twenty-four years old and stands at five foot three, weighing at around one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She has jet black hair, about as dark as "Reaper's", if not just a bit darker and is usually in a ponytail or a loose braid and has piercing blue eyes, that almost looks like they could glow in the dark. And unlike Reaper, who was pale like an albino, she was rather tan and had subtle womanly curves. Since she was just getting off an assignment, she was still in her "Uniform" which was a leather trench coat, tank top, loose yet tight jeans, and knee high boots, along with elbow length gloves that had the thumb, pointer, and middle finger removed from both gloves, and still had her quiver and bow on her back.

    Tempe looked over and saw Reaper step in and said, "Look who finally decided to join us, Wade Simmons, the killer of General Yuri something-or-other, General of the Russian army." She was normally a smartass off duty, but was as deadly as anyone else in this room when she was on an assignment.

   "Shut up, Tempe. IT's too early and you know he doesn't like it when you try to be a smart ass with him before he gets his naps in." Spoke the one titled "Nightmare".

   Nightmare was the interesting one of the group. Real name was Mason Wilson, he's twenty-three years old, standing at six foot three and weighted one hundred and ninety pounds. And despite his rather small weight for his size, every pound of his weight was practically muscle. His hair was a rather dull shade of black, and was also naturally spiked, but normally had it up in a ponytail and had rather vibrant and unusual yellow eyes with a scar going over his left eye, a barcode on the back of his right hand and had a stubble. His uniform was a little bit more barbaric than the other with his one arm gauntlet on his left arm, and a glove on his right, ballistic pants, and thick steel-toed cleated boots, and a black mask with red lenses and had scratched the paint off of his mask to make a demented smile to go along with his name. What really gives him his name though is that he is the master and skilled with any and all weapons of combat. SO skilled that he goes into an assignment with no gear of his own, and acquires other people's gear as he continues through, and because of him being so flexible with combat, to the enemy, he's their nightmare because they can't do anything to gain the upper hand on him. But even with him being the Nightmare of peoples dream, he is honestly the most socially acceptable member of the group, and truly knows how to communicate with people, even "Ghost", who doesn't like people at all, but the only time he doesn't wish to talk is when he's recovering from a hangover.