(Otto POV)
I screamed as the man in the wielding mask placed a burning hot metal rod across the top of my chest. I woke up to a eerily dark room that hand a candle burn on a counter across the room lighting the room. I had a cold sweat and was breathing hard with my heart wanting to jump out. I felt the cold, hard concrete floor under my feet as I heaved myself up. 'Dammit. Another sleep walking incident.' I walk to my night stand and read the clock. 3:33 a.m.
"Fuckin witching hour." I grumble to myself as I grab my recorder.
I hit the stop button and it stops recording for the night and put it into my shorts. 'Gonna have to report that to my commander.' I went back over to my cot and lied down. 'Better get some more sleep before the mission.' I rest the my patrol cap over my eyes and then close my eyes for more rest but in reality I just await the next nightmare to come.
(Time-skip to White Mask bio-hazard defense brought to you by your lazy ass author)
(Listen to this will you read)
I was listening to one of my current favorites on my mp3 player. I was thinking about what I should do for my 39th birthday tomorrow. 'Should I even tell anybody besides Ryan?' My thoughts were interrupted by the O-so-familiar sound of the Rainbow Six Helicopter passing over head. We were in Siberia and the Rainbow operators were already fucking here. I thought to myself 'Why the hell aren't I an Elite? I've been in this shit for 8 fuckin years, gone through at least 10 squads with my buddy and they say I'm not tough enough or I'm not ready.' I am willing to kill but I try not to when I can. I've killed a few recruits and injured many operators. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a file on me or some shit and wanted to capture me. The only thing to signify me from the other white mask grunts is the First Crusade Crosses on the cheeks of my mask and a black tear under my left eye-hole. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see my buddy Ryan. He was... a quiet one to say the least. Never liked talking, especially in public. He only ever talks to me in private or when something is worrying him. About my height at 6'4" he looked slightly up at me. I saw worry.
Ryan: "You think we'll make it out again?" He said in a monotone voice but clear with worry in his eyes.
"Should be but don't have a good feeling about this mission..." I said with an eerie tone in my voice.
Ryan looked at me piercing me with his deep green eyes. I just shook my head and glanced at the dark, cold hard wood floor beneath my feet before lightly punching his shoulder with a slightly fake smile on my face. We both laughed and did our handshake (make one up bitch). For some reason today I wasn't having a good feeling all day. It didn't help either that I woke up during the witching hour this morn.
"Did I tell that I woke up during it again." I said with a bit of sadness.
Ryan: "Don't worry about it, now come on." He said as he walks out of the room.
I grab my, made in 1942, MP-40 and follow in suit with him and pass the front door and we head upstairs. I saw my squad at the bio-hazard container while another guarded the front. A few patrolled the halls. We start to walk past a window when the hairs on my neck stand in an instant. I lung at Ryan and tackle him to the ground as the window we walked past explodes with an oddly familiar blonde flies through it. I signaled for Ryan to play dead as she walks over to us and checks our limp bodies.
Blonde: "Upstairs hall way clear." she quietly says as more explosions are heard throughout the building.
She walks down the stairs as we look around making sure its clear. I grab Ryan and we head to an empty bedroom. I noticed that Ryan was slightly bleeding from a few large wooden fragments. I pull the wood out and begin to patch it lightly. We hear gunshots and screams. We then hear shots from outside. 'Shit, probably a sniper operator.' I think to myself.
"Let's get out of here quietly okay? We'll run to the tree line and call for a heli evac when they leave." I say a little hurriedly but quiet.
Ryan just grunts as we slowly open a window trying not to make any noise. He gets through and falls lightly but I hear the door crack open a bit as I see what seems to be an Aug barrel Peeking through. I jumped to the door and slammed it. I then open the door and grab whoever it was and pull out my pistol putting them in an undefended position. It was apparently the blonde. I held her like a hostage. I see a massive body shield as I back up slightly towards the window.
"Back the fuck up, shield boy!" I push the gun harder to the blondes head.
I then do the unexpected and shove the blonde at the shield guy and surprise them both. I crash through the half-open window and crash to the ground. I run as fast I physically can and hear three shots go off. One lands in the ground in front of me but then I feel the pain hit me.
"Scheisse!!!" I scream as the pain comes from my right shoulder and right thy.
I fall to the ground and try to drag myself to a tree for some cover and support. I lie against it and see Ryan about 40 yards away in the snow-covered brush, but I shake my head telling him to go and survive. I try to patch my shoulder as a hear lots of snow shuffle from the direction of the house/cabin. 'Shit there's a blood trail leading straight to me. Guess its the end.' I sigh and let go of my pistol. I whine and whimper in pain. I feel the cold tear slide down my face so gracefully.
"Dear oh heavenly father, thank you for my chance on this beloved planet to me. Lead me to a place filled with people I love. Thank you..." I look to the cold, snowy sky and draw Christs cross on my chest, closing my eyes.
???: "You're not leaving our beloved planet yet, comrade." I hear a voice say with a heavy Russian accent.
???: "Let's take him prisoner." says a woman's voice, sounds Canadian.
"I'm *cough* still dying... *cough cough*." I pull my mask up my face to spit out blood.
With a bit surprise the German guy, the one with a shield, picks me up on my left side with the Russian on my right. They drag me to what I presume is their helicopter and lie me down on a row of seats.
Canadian: "Let's have Doc work on him while we get back to base." She says as she gets in the heli.
???: "Where is the prisoner? I need to get him bandaged up." Said a man in a light French accent.
'I'm just going to guess that's Doc' I think to myself as I try to lie down somewhat comfortably before he does surgery.
Blonde: "He's over here Doc."
I didn't realize she was sitting next to me till she said something.
Doc: Thank you, Monika! Now, where is it painful." He says in a somewhat serious tone.
"Depends on what kind of pain." I chuckle.
The chuckle then turned into a cough and Doc pulls a bucket over for me to spit into. I spit a larger amount of blood than before and my consciousness starts to waver. I grab Doc's shoulder and he sees me swaying my head slightly. He pulls something out of his side and plunges a syringe into my arm. My consciousness suddenly came back to me as I rested my head on something soft. I opened my eyes to see the Monika figure and she was blushing slightly. I then scrunched my brows and thought 'Wait could it be? No, it couldn't. She looks too familiar. No! Why would you do this to me...' A tear drops from my left eye and it gets wiped away which surprises me.
Monika: "Why are you crying? Doc hasn't even started the surgery. What's your name?" She says most of it with worry but the end part with a bit of happiness.
"G-gra..." I try to say as Doc sticks me with a different syringe and I fade out of consciousness.
(A/N this chapter contains 1500+ words)
