A New Fight: A Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Ch. 7 - Above My Memories Live

All was quiet in the headquarters of Rainbow. The darkness of space was amongst the humans of the Eastern Hemisphere. All clocks in the building read 11:47 PM.

The night was young.

It was an odd night. Usually there was at least some of rainbow's operators out and about. Only the occasional guards who worked graveyard, patrolled the silent halls.

2IC lie motionless on his bed. A cut lined his inner cheek from the hooks he ate days ago with Smoke. After that match, it was just final pushes through more physical training in the days after.

Ever since his examination, he's been given time to recover, and most of it was spent in his room.

As of now, he's just been familiarizing himself with the building, and the very way of life here.

It felt so much different. Where he now lived, where he put his head every night. It wasn't the dirty, mud encrusted blanket he rested his head on to catch sleep during the night. The woods weren't his shelter...There wasn't the constant need of vigilance, when it came to resting, the need to take shifts in order to being caught off guard by ambushes.

No. Here, he rest with a full bed. His own bed. His own room. Alone. No armor, no harness, no weapons or explosives.

No threat.

His arms spread across the sheets, his rough hands gripping the sheets.

He could recall pulling nearly all nighters, the cold metal of his rifle, and the gentle moans of the wind keeping him awake.

The silence. He felt like he was letting his guard down, like the walls themselves watched with sharp glares, just waiting for the right moment to...

The stress and pain from the last few days were enough to carry him through the last few nights, but now pain free and relaxed, he was beginning to become paranoid.

The tenseness...His muscles flexed, digging into the sheets under him.

'Keep in mind 2IC, that we are not given the freedom that life grants...our souls are bound. If we are to claim freedom, we must earn it...'

He found himself in a bed starting to soak the sweat he had expelled from the panic he was experiencing. His mind fought, but he forced control over it again, limply sliding out of bed and walking to the door. He needed to get out. The paranoia was overwhelming. Still in his BDU's, he wondered what the night felt like in the city. He remembered seeing on TV the beautiful streets of the UK at night.

He put on his boots, and tied his face masks on. As he exited the room, he closed the door behind him, sliding on his aviators in the process.

The hallways were void of sounds, the breaths of others could be heard with the silent atmosphere abroad.

But, it seemed to be just him in this hallway.

He turned left, heading down the hall.

They were dimmer than before, perhaps to accommodate for the darker atmosphere. The brightness would kill anyone's eyes if they just woke up to get something.

2IC saw empty stairs, and took them downwards to head outside.

He just wanted to feel the air of the outdoors again.

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Exiting the building, the outdoors were chilly, cooling breezes that brushed past the small reveals in his face concealment. He entered the courtyard, which was a massive space of land. An outdoor gym, several components for holding a training session, such as rope climbs, rappels, obstacle courses, and whatever else. The rest, empty land.