The Operator: (Abused/Neglected Male Reader X RWBY) *DISCONTINUED*

ACT I: Chapter Sixteen (Part 1)

A/n: hey guys! I'm back again with another chapter. Hope that you enjoyed the previous mission. Let's get started!

Location: Team 5's room

(Y/n)'s POV:

It's Monday, beginning of another gruelling week. We spent our time in the room by doing some routine check and maintening our equipment. RWBY went to the town because Weiss want to get a look on the preparation for Vytal Festival and also scout the participants for the festival. Talking about Weiss, I haven't decided yet when to tell her about Tenzou....

Erik: "I'M AWAKE! I'M ALIVE!" He shouted in sudden.

(Y/n): "The hell are you yelling?!"

Erik: "It's a fucking song!"

Clay: "Awake and Alive by Skillet?"

Erik: "Aha! You got it, freund!"

Then, my scroll vibrating. I picked it up and I've received a call from Ozpin and I answered it.

(Y/n): "Hey there Oz, anything I can help?"

Ozpin: "Good afternoon to you too. I have a mission for your team and I want you to come to the briefing room at 1800 hours. Don't be late."

(Y/n): "Solid copy. Anything else?"

Ozpin: "You might need to say farewell to Blake." Okay, this one confused my a bit.

(Y/n): "Why?"

Ozpin: "You'll be brief about that later. For now, have fun. Good bye." After that, he hung up the phone.

(Y/n): "Well... That's convincing..."

James: "Who's on the scroll just now, boss?" He asked while cleaning his rifle.

(Y/n): "Ozpin told us to meet him at the briefing room at 1800 hours."

Clay: "A mission?" I nodded. "Great! First mission with a new team!"

James: "Wait, how about the patrol? Does it considered as a mission too?"

Clay: "That one is just a routine, not a real mission..." He exclaimed and James just sighed.

(Y/n): "Alright boys. Once you finish cleaning your gun, get some good sleep." I said that as I finished doing my routine cleaning and put it all in my locker and headed to my bed and laid down.

Erik: "I'll wake you guys. I don't want to sleep because.. you know.. oversleep."

(Y/n): "Aye. See you after I wake up." With that, I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

*Timeskip after having a good sleep.*

(Y/n)'s POV:

"If history remembers one in a thousand of us, then that future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did"

Erik: "But until that day comes, we will stand,"

James: "We will look death in the eye,"

Clay: "And we will,"

(Y/n)/Erik/Clay/James: "Fight!"

(Y/n): "I'm suprised that you guys know that."

Clay: "Those words are pretty beautiful. Thumbs up to Battlefield 1 creator."

We were on our way to the briefing room. As we reached and entered the room, suprisingly Sierra was there with Ozpin and Glynda. I greeted him and offered and hand shake which he gladly took it.