RWBY x Male prototype mercenary reader

The starting point

|Edited for Grammar and punctuation.|

???- Look at you, reading this. Well, let's start with the beginning. It was a dark and stormy night. Nah, just kidding with you. It didn't start like the fairytale Mumbo-Jumbo. Why am I breaking the fourth wall, you ask? Well, because the author is making me break it. Better get D. Trump to make the fourth wall. Let's get started, shall we?

[One year ago] {Brought to you by Neo feeding author Neapolitan ice cream}

Ironwood- (C/n), we want you to get Roman Torchwick.

You- How much are you willing to pay?

Ironwood- Thirty million Lien.

You- Not enough. Make it three hundred million Lien.

Ironwood- What?!?

You- The best isn't cheap. That, and the fact that he has Cinder Fall, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, and Emerald working with him.

Ironwood- Fine. I'sending team Sparta with you, understand?

Then a team of four came in his office.

???1- You called us sir?

Ironwood- Yes Sierra. Your team will work with (C/n) to take down Roman Torchwick and his partners down.

Sierra- Sir, yes sir! *Salutes*

Ironwood salutes back and you left with team Sparta. When you entered their dorm, they aimed their weapons at you.

Sierra- Why did Ironwood hire you?

You- Classified.

???2- Classified my ass. Tell us why Ironwood hired you?

You- Only on one condition.

SRTA- What is it?

You- If you join me, I'll teach you four everything of what I know and possibly more.

All of them were silence awhile before they answer.

SRTA- Fine.

Sierra- We leave here, Oh five hundred hours tomorrow.

You- One more thing, what are your names?

Sierra- Sierra

???2- Romeo

???3- Tango

???4- Alpha

You- Now that's out of the way, let's get some shut-eye. I got a feeling that we got a long mission ahead of us.

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You woke up at your regular time. Oh, four hundred hours. Since softwood often hires you, you know where the firing range is. You spent twenty minutes there and went to the docks.

Sierra- Looks like I'm not the only one who likes to be early.

She said looking up to see your mask. Since you're 6'6"

You- Already looking up to me?

You said messing with her hair. Earning you an agitated growl and a glare.

You- Guess not.

You said as she attempts to swipe at you with her khopesh.

You- Woah!!! One more swing and there. WILL. BE. NO. MERCY.