Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

**Teaser**

A lot of applications sent in for the job were accepted. Most regretted applying for it in the end.

They had been sure to read all the rules and all the expectations. It didn't matter how strong you were. All the main boss needed was courage, bravery, and selflessness. He needed an army which had the collective mentality of Captain America.

However, a more uncommon trait the boss looked for was hard-headed boldness. Someone you care dearly about die? You'd just have to walk it off. This isn't to say you have to be mechanical in a sense where you are completely emotionless, but it's to keep you from making sparked irrational decisions due to anger or sadness that comes from the feeling of grief.

The world is at war. Giant counterparts of the human race thought to only be told folklore of the aged books, have crawled out from underground caves after millennia of slumber, and have become a great threat to mankind. Sinkholes and earthquakes have spiked in occurrence due to such drastic amounts of soil loosening. Some predict that a second, even greater Dust Bowl could even arise in the coming years.

Military bases around the world have fallen. Even if not, their weaponry wouldn't be any more or less useful in killing these creatures. Except, of course, for their nuclear weaponry. Global leaders urged against it's deploying, however; the casualties would be too much of a price to pay.

But these giants will not die, not with a million rounds of tiny bullets to the heart, or a tank firing point-blank in the face.

No, what they need, is suffocation.

Now, am I talking about getting every grandma in the world to collectively knit together a giant-sized blanket and somehow forcefully shove it into a giants face till it goes still? No, of course not. An invention by scientists, made years back when the first giant crawled out of its grave, became the next newfound weapon of war, and most importantly, the giant race's kryptonite.

They call it freezer gas, located high above in the atmosphere where the air gets so thin, you can't even breathe without an oxygen tank. The gas is so cold, it touching your naked skin for seconds would create immediate frostbite. Highly delicate. Highly fatal.

Scientists have injected this new gas into military grenades, allowing it to detonate the gas throughout the area wherever the grenade is tossed. It'll easily freeze everything around it siff.

That's where the suffocation of the giants comes to play.

A perfect toss of a grenade towards the giants’ mouths and nose would freeze their only two air passageways shut. Or, if you were lucky, they’d be stupid enough to swallow the grenade on-toss, and would internally freeze instead.

Sounds a little cruel, right? In case the gas unsuccessfully breaches the giant's innards, scientists added a second chemical gas to the grenade with the freezer gas: chloroform. Very strong chloroform, at that; it'll put the large suckers right to sleep, and they won't feel a thing afterward. It's not always a guarantee, but it's often successful. Is that more humane for your liking, softies? I hope so.

Now, who in the hell is going to track down all the giants in the world, asleep and awake, go up to their face, and toss a cold-ass grenade at them? Well, remember those job applications I mentioned at the start? These bad boys know how to get the job done.

They are known as District 114. Remember G-Team from the Godzilla movies? That's these guys.

District 114 is the selection of different on-call teams which are sent out to exterminate giants sighted around the world. Each team is in sets of ten soldiers, or Dispatchers, sometimes minor exceptions occur. Every Dispatcher has his or her role to play in taking a giant down, and you must get it down perfectly, or the entire mission could combust.

The most skillful team of all of District 114 is what they call Operation Last Resort. If an emergency had an emergency in itself, these were the ones to call. These Dispatchers began from the start of the drafts, and some have taken down giants singlehandedly. Because so many teams exist around the globe, this team, although unexceptionally on-call, has much free time to themselves. They are often unneeded, as many cases are solvable by lower rankings of Dispatchers.

Then, that’s when they got the call.

“Jack, suit up your team. We've got one, and it ain’t friendly.”