Andrews PoV
Sitting beside Private Jameson as he scans the area, he looks over to me "Sir, no disrespect, shouldn't you be up somewhere using your sharpshooting skills for the best?" He asks, shaking my head I smile "Unfortunately this isn't a mission where I can hide behind a rock and snipe from afar." I respond , watching him nod I stand, making my way towards section Hotel, Section Commander Beckett looks up at me "Commander" he says softly, nodding I dust my shirt off "Julian, my gun" I say to Commander Hart who throws me my sniper rifle "Your going in?" He asks, nodding I walk towards the exit, pulling my mask on.
Dodging the bullets flying towards me, I snipe two guards who are trying to kill me "Commander O'Connor. What a surprise" my eyes widening as a tall brown haired male steps out of the building, I grip my sniper tightly "Ivanov." I growl, the Russian waving his hand to his men who lower their weapons, Julian and Jason run beside me "Easy fellas. Your all outnumbered." He says, his Russian accent sending chills down my spine "how are those numbers O'Connor." Ivanov says sternly, clenching my jaw I adjust my sniper uneasily "Requiring immediate extraction." Julian murmurs into the radio, Ivanov looks me dead in the eyes "You've got ten seconds." He says, grabbing Julian and Jason's collars i pull them out of the camp and back into the jungle.
Pacing back and fourth, my sniper rifle meant against the wall, my hair pushed back as I rake my fingers through it, my jaw clenched showing off the bone visibly "Andrew." Julian says as he stands, Millie walks into the room were in the Bars Inn "You saw Ivanov again? Your not having a trigger?" She asks, looking at her I slouch slightly "I don't understand why he let us run." I grumble, watching her walk towards me she slaps me "Wake up Drew." She says sternly, sighing I grab my sniper "I'm gonna go write my report." I mumble, watching them look at each other as I leave I shake my head.
Laying my head on my desk, the report barely even started, my sniper rested against my desk, I jolt up when someone walks in through the door "Uh.. okay I'm gonna act as if I didn't just find the leading commander of this division asleep on his desk." Looking at Section Commander Madrid who's got a report in his hand "Greatly appreciated." I reply lazily, watching him offer the report out i go to grab it but fall slightly when he pulls it back "I know your secret." He says, staring at him I stand "Secret?" I ask, watching him smile innocently he places the report on my desk "You know they have support groups for soldiers with PTSD." He hums, throwing a combat knife at the door as he goes to leave he stops in his tracks immediately "You could've killed me" he murmurs, inhaling and exhaling I lower my hand "Soldiers with PTSD of a year and a half of constant electroshock therapy, having your nerves repeatedly attacks, numbers being forced into your head. Tortured for hours upon every day and night. Do they have support groups for that?" I ask, watching him stare at me I clench my jaw "No." He says, nodding I turn away from him, resting against the wall "May I be excused." He says, waving my hand I hear him exit.
~ half a year ago ~
Trying to sit up, my arms restrained to the chair I had woken up to find myself in, my eyes widen again as Ivanov and Doctor Kinan come into view "And the numbers are there?" Ivanov asks Kinan who nods, electric shock pads stuck to my temples "Shock him till he's obedient, You have my permission." Ivanov says as he looks at me he pats my cheek "you'll be a good asset to me eventually, O'Connor" he smiles before walking away, I try to say something but my entire body tenses as electric shocks course through my body, my muscles seizing up and my eyes shutting, fists clenching the seats armrests.
Twitching on the floor of my cell, the dirty puddle they had thrown me in reflecting my weak, frail self "O'Connor, get up." Looking out the corner of my eye at the guard who's just opened my gate, he goes to grab me when I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, pushing his face into the puddle he struggles violently before his body goes limp, pushing myself up uneasily, I grab the assault rifle he had, making my way through the compound as silently as possible I stab the few guards standing around. Having made my way outside I began sprinting through the jungle, the unknown areas, my head still spinning as numbers appear I stumble, pushing my way into a radio station I shoot the two guards.
Leaning against the desk I tune into the military signal, holding the radio to my mouth I inhale "Alpha Charlie to Juliet Hotel, request immediate extraction." I say into the radio, my voice scratchy "Andrew? Is that you?" Julian says back, sighing I lean back "Julian, is it good to hear your voice.." I whisper, hearing him laugh I lean against the desk "Extraction on its way, Alpha Charlie, sit tight" he breaths, smiling i slump to the ground, my own blood smeared across my chest, bruises on my temples.
~ present day ~
Standing in front of everyone, my hands tucked into my pockets, Julian and Jason stood beside me "Ivanov is planning something big. Something bad. Encountering him yesterday was a close call." I say loudly, someone stepping forward "why did he let you go?" He asks, clenching my jaw I look down "I'm not sure" I respond, someone else stepping forward "Is it true you spent a lot of time in the presence of Ivanov when you were captured" they ask, staring at them I shake my head "what? No? I was in a cell most of the- this is off topic." I say uneasily, numbers appearing every now and again, I sway slightly, Julian watching me carefully "I digress. Rihard Ivanov is a dangerous, he's got something planned, it's our job to make sure that doesn't happen, keep your secti-" I begin my eyes clouding as Derry Foxton appears, his throat scarred from having it slit "You failed." He says, Julian grabbing my arm and pulling me off stage "Andrew" he says, Derry standing over me "Failed to save me, Andrew" he murmurs, my eyes locked on to one place and one place only.
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Psychotic Destruction
Fantasyall rights reserved Andrew O'Connor, a sharpshooter in the special ops of the military. Follow his journey as he recalls past secret missions of near death experiences, laughs and cheers when not fighting, losing loved ones. Rated M for Mature enj...