When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x Reader)

When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x Reader) Pt2.

January 3rd, 2009:
We had just finished a seek-and-destroy mission. My platoon had been recently transferred to Edonia. We were currently 'under new management'. When i was told to meet with the new boss personally, I was told i needed 'higher training' in my weaker points. The boss, even AFTER reading my file, thought i needed help with my hand-to-hand combat. Even after he read that i had only used a gun TWICE on any mission EVER, relying COMPLETELY on physical combat for the past 3 years, I was paired up with a trainer.

(Y/N): "I don't understand WHY i need a trainer. The boss read my file, he knows I've worked alone for 3 years. Almost all the partners I've had have just slowed me down. I don't need higher training! I've kept myself alive this long, haven't I?"

They already gave me the file on the guy. Some sleez named: Jacob Muller. I have to admit, his past is very... Interesting. Apparently, he became a merc for his mother. She was sick, dying. And there wasn't enough money to pay the medical bills. Funny, he was the same age I was when I became a mercenary. Only, my reason wasn't a pressing need for money. I just wanted it.

With money, came power. And with power, reputation. But, about three years ago, my reasons changed. Now i have this, hatred inside me, for one person. He took away the one person I had left in the world. I swear I'll get that son of a bitch. What Chris Redfield did to me, what he took from me... I'll find him, I'll make him pay. And when the time comes... I'll kill him myself.

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The platoon set up base in an abandoned apartment complex, so each of us had an apartment of our own. I was in mine when I heard footsteps coming from outside in the hall. I decided to take a look around I'd outside the door.

Out in the hall, I saw a figure waking in my direction: a man wearing a black high-collar jacket, a green shirt underneath, black pants, black boots, and a gun holster on his right leg. He was very... Attractive. As he got closer, there was something about him, something in his eyes. Ice blue. I backed up to close my door, and a black boot steps into the doorway, keeping me from closing it.

(Y/N): "can i help you?"

Jake: "you tell me. I'm tryin to find someone, ms. (Y/N) (L/N)? Supposed to meet for-"

(Y/N): "Hand-to-hand combat training?"
He nodded.

Jake: "That's the one. Guess that means i was looking for you then?"

(Y/N): "I'm your merc!"
I extended a hand to shake his. This earned a small chuckle and smirk. He gave a nod and kept talking.

Jake: "Jake Muller, and you can cut the formalities. I'm not some uptight jackass, I've always hatred people like that."

(Y/N): "You and me both. Snobs think their better then us."

Jake: "Well, ready to start?"
There was something about his voice. Something almost, soothing.

(Y/N): "As I'll ever be."

Jake: "let's get to it then."