Same Body, Different Person

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Y/N POV

"What is your name?" A voice boomed in front of you. "Flatline." You respond without emotion. "Good. Now tell, who do you serve." The man said.  "I am a member of the organization White Masks. That is all I serve." You respond which earned a nod from the man. "You are to report to mission briefing now." He ordered standing up. 

Valkyrie POV

Y/N has been MIA for over a week now and you were starting to fear for the worst. "Valkyrie!" Blackbeard said snapping you out of your trance. The bio-container has been secured and you had to watch for reinforcements. Looking out the cracked window you see a convoy of White Masks arrived. "Shit. Reinforcements have arrived." You order into your headset. Than a man stepped out from one of the vehicles. His mask was different from the others. It was a pure white version of Flatline's mask. In his hand was an AR-14. No mistaking it. It was your missing comrade. "Oh Y/N, what did they do to you?" You whisper quietly to yourself. "We have a situation. Y/N is with the White Masks." You yell returning to the objective room. 

Just than a blast shook the building. "Incoming!" Doc yelled as the door in font of you blew open. The other immediately opened fire down the doorway. The shooting only lasted about a minute but it felt like an eternity. Every bullet fired off could kill Y/N. Finally the last body fell against the wall. "I'm going to go look for him." You  said leaving the room. "Megan, be careful. I'm not losing another teammate." Blackbeard said as you stepped out of the door.

He was standing at a simple desk. He hadn't noticed you enter. His mask lay on the table next to him. "Y/N?" You ask which caused him to turn around quickly. "Who the hell is Y/N?" He asked pointing his sidearm at your head. "Answer me!" He yelled. Two small needle marks were barely visible below his hairline. His green eyes were set in a cold stare. A bandage covered his lower neck. A small cut ran up the side of his cheek. He had another set of needle marks on his wrist. His eyes held yours in a cold stare. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His breathing was heavy. You had seen similar marks back when in the seals, brainwashed.


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