Rainbow Six; White out.

Salvation of the dammned.

2:42am
Oregon, Redmond.
Adusk's POV

As the cold, morning air washed over me, I sighed and relaxed back into my chair. I was on the roof of the house we had been hiding at, drinking a cold beer. Not that I was old enough of course, I'm 16. But it was the only thing these fucking pigs kept in the damn place. And by pigs, I was referring to the White masks that live in this fucking place. Now, you may be thinking, you are a white mask to though!
Well, you are right and wrong. I am a White mask. But I hate the fuckers. I was forced to join. On the day that Bartlett was attacked, I was taken hostage and brought here. Yeah, you heard that right. I hated doing what I did. It made me stay awake at night, knowing that the world hated me for something I couldn't control. If only. If only someone came to save me from this nightmare. I glanced down at the white mask, I wear, the mask that I was forced to wear to hide how much I wanted to kill the group that caused me this pain. It was laying gently on my jeans. And then? I picked it up, and stomped on it, the plastic shattering into pieces. No more. I thought, grimly, as I sunk back into my chair and closed my eyes.

Time skip
Q
The first thing I felt when I awoke was a searing pain across my jaw, followed by a sickening crack, knocking me off the chair I was sat on and onto the roof tiles.

"No sleeping on your fucking shift you little shit!" A big burly man in a jacket with sweatpants on said, as he shook his fists in my direction.

"Ah-hm sorwy." I moaned feeling my jaw, definitely broken, I groaned.

"Speak up you fucking pillock!" He roared as he kicked me in my face, foot stomping on my nose. I cringed as I felt my cartilage smash into pieces. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me from the ground to his face, "Fucking pathetic," He spoke almost a whisper, as wrapped his hands around my neck. As I felt his hands crushing my windpipe, and I felt darkness deep into my vision, I smiled. Knowing that I'd finally be free and die.

But it never came.

It never came.

I felt his hands slip from my neck as a loud thud was audible. My vision rushed back to me, and I started gagging and spluttering, feeling my lungs burn. As I looked from the place I
was laying down at, I saw him on the floor
with a big red hole in his head. A hole. In his head. And just as I started to lift myself of the roof, I felt something be stabbed into my neck. As my energy receded  from my body and I fell back onto the cold tiles, a slender figure walked towards me.

" I'm sorry, but you will be coming with us." A feminine voice with a thick German accent spoke, kneeling and stroking my brown hair, and flashing a smile.

"Anhing tu get me away from here, thank you." I slurred nodding before darkness filled my vision.

And I swear, her face showed shock.

A/N

That's purposefully spelt wrong at the end, by the way.