The Soldier of Fortune (A Valkyrie x Male Reader Short)

When Shit Hits The Fan

Y/N POV 

A White Mask outpost had been located. Your job was to clear it out and retrieve any data possible. Joining you was Megan, Blackbeard, Doc, and Zofia. "Something doesn't feel right." You muttered into the headset as you climbed to stairs to the second floor. So far nobody had run into any hostiles. The only thing that could be heard was the light sound of your footsteps. Now on the second floor you slowly enter the first room on your left. That's when everything went to shit.

At least thirty laser pointers were aimed to your chest. A small beeping off a nitro cell came from your right. "Drop your weapons." One ordered you. Slowly you place down your assault rifle and sidearm. Now standing you observe the room. In one swift movement you kick you gun behind you and dive back out of the door. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. You grab your side arm and run down the hallway. Bullets sailing through the walls. A blast throws you back. The nitro cell had been detonated. Everything was blurry. There was a loud ringing in your left ear. Slowly you try and pick yourself up. The last thing you saw was the butt of a gun slam into your face.

Valkyrie POV

Shots were coming from upstairs. Only to be followed by a very loud blast. The building shook as dust and drywall drifted down. You make a break for the stairs only to find that the roof had collapsed, blocking them off. "We need an emergency evacuation. It is not an outpost, it's an ambush. I repeat we are being ambushed." Zofia yelled into the mic. "Is everyone alright?" Doc said over the headset. "Could be better." You heard Blackbeard say. "Valkyrie is with me. Flatline, do you copy?" Zofia said over her mic. Only static. "I repeat, Flatline, do you copy." Still no response. "Flatline! Do you fucking copy!" Zofia was now yelling over her headset. Still no response.

Y/N POV

Cold, tight handcuffs held you to a very uncomfortable chair. The room was barley illuminated by a lap pointed directly into your face. A simple stainless steel table sat in front of you. "So your finally awake." A male voice said. "Fuck you and the horse you rode on." You said with venom in your voice. "No need to be rude." The voice said calmly. "I just am here to offer you a job." He continued. "I want you to fight for the White Masks." "And I'm going to have a threesome with Easter Bunny and Batman." You said sarcastically. "What?" The man asked confused. "Oh, I thought we were saying things that were never going to happen." You said while rolling your eyes. "So your going to be like that?" He asked amused. "We can be very, very persuasive." He said wheeling in a large device. Your eyes widened with fear as you knew what was going to happen.