Rebellious Connection (Ela x Reader)

Still Watching my Ass...

Iraq in July was hot. Very hot. This was probably the fourth straight day it was above 90 degrees...or 30 degrees for some of your colleagues. Weirdos.

Despite being here for a considerable amount of time, you still couldn't really get used to this dry desert heat. It was almost alarming how fast you could sweat through your shirt. But, it could be worse. Being a PMC meant that you could pretty much stay inside with the AC and fight off the heat, at some times of the day anyway. There were about a dozen of you posted here to protect some humanitarian supplies kept in a warehouse. It was in a well-populated area with not a ton of crime or terrorism, which was nice, but also somewhat boring. There's been some humors about isolated cases of odd-crimes in the area, but they were petty acts of thievery and robberies by low life thugs and bullies, no one that would attack a well fortified compound with hired guards armed with automatics and body armor.

At least, that's what you had thought initially...The crimes took a sharp increase seemingly overnight. There were gunmen with military grade firearms and armor, they used cars to literally ram into places that were well-protected. Ambush on police patrols. Even pick at convoys leaving your warehouse. Some nights, while on watch, you could actually hear some gunshots spill into the streets - now you are getting on edge...

Your employers saw this problem and started to hire a little more muscle to assure that the supplies were kept under safe hands. About a week after the situation started to turn a bit sour, 4 more bodies were hired to come in to beef up the perimeter. These guys were from a smaller, more professional private security group from Germany.

Your German wasn't too bad. But, it was probably time to brush up on your German communication skills anyway.

guten Aben. What did that mean again?

By the time your shift rotated, the "Germans" had arrived, offering you an immediate opportunity to see and greet them. You're at the entrance of the main building when they step in. As expected, they look pretty casual, jeans, loose clothing and duffle bags with their essentials, maybe even guns? You aren't sure how well paid or armed these guys are. While you are sitting, you listen to the conversation that's spilling out between your boss and the newbies. There's a few questions here and there, all differing in tones and accents.

When the group got close enough to you, your boss gestured at you.

"That is [Y/N]. He doesn't really have any specific talents." He says while looking at you.

You lean into the chair and give a slight bow of your head at the cluster of the PMC's. The three of them are tall. As in real tall; well over 6 feet. They even towered your boss, who you considered a fairly beefy guy. He started to introduce the men in front of you.

"And behind there," he pushes one of the figures away to expose a much smaller, stern face, green haired girl covering the back of the group. "Is, forgive my pronunciation, is Elżbieta. Elżbieta Bosak."

You met eyes for a few seconds. Her eyes were cold, almost vacant of life. Even though in stature she was smaller than her male counterparts, she was even, if not beyond, in skill and trade. Through her cold glare, she managed something that resembled a smile. A tinge of curiosity shoots through your veins as she passes you.

You hadn't seen an expression like that in anyone before, not one so intellectually vicious and mean. Your mind felt bogged down with thoughts, before you knew it you were back in rotation in the cubicle with all the monitors that had all the camera feed displayed out. It was quiet for the most part, and was strangely relaxing watching everyone do their patrols and taking their positions from here. You were even able to watch the new people get quartered away to the empty rooms here. It was just some trailers parked here, but it was better than braving the increasingly hostile world beyond the walls.

It felt creepy watching the new people, so you stopped after just a few seconds. You sat back in the seat and watch the monitors for another few hours until the next rotation...Usually you were kinda bumped with another eventless evening, however you were starting to count your blessings as the area slowly went bitter. When your relief came to replace you so you could turn in for the night, you got him caught up on what was going on, which was thankfully not much. You shot the breeze for a few minutes then retired from the room.

However, these halls weren't as empty as they once were...

Upon passing one of the bathrooms, you ran into someone short and green haired. Your eyes met briefly, then their face twisted.

"Patrz, dokąd idziesz, idioto!" Her quick and (seemingly) hostile words made you swallow your apology.

"What'd you just say to me?" You spat back.

"I said to watch where you are going, idiot." She perked her chest out and got square with you, as if expecting you to try to hit her or something...she was definitely going to hit back too.

You took a few steps backwards. "What are you doing? You aren't even armed or in the rotation for security yet even."

She crossed her arms. "I'm checking every possible point of entry and exit — our tour didn't exactly brief us on any of the weak points of the facility. What are you doing?"

Her accent hitched and rode with every single one of her words, you found it pretty amusing. She did, no matter, end her reply with another question.

"I'm turning in. You should too."

"No. I have to make sure I know the entire layout during the duration of my stay. It's dangerous otherwise."

All this time spent here made you feel pretty confident that there wasn't going to be any major breakthroughs into the compound. This girl was probably just nervous from the all the news and reputation that was gained after years of conflict in this region, but in reality...

"Hey, listen here, you have the right to be a little stressed by the situation here, but one big attack and all of the NATO coalition forces will be screaming superiority in just a few minutes. Even if someone manages to get in, all we have to do is fight for 5-15 minutes."

The girl scoffs at your comment, which does make you feel slightly off. Are you wrong?

"That's such a horrible mindset! Pierdolić..." she trails off, gathering her counter argument. "Are you serious, right now?"

"I am." You reply. "Trust me, I've been here for awhile, I know how things roll here. Just do things by the book."

"By the book?"

"Uuuh, yeah? You know? There's a code for everything - structure for every situation, blueprints for engagements."

"I know the slang!" She snaps. "Everything in your so-called book is for everything that has happened. What happens if the bad guys decide to do something new?"

You shrug. "It won't happen, but to humor you, I guess I'll admit there's gonna have to be an impromptu plan that would have to be devised."

She nods, leaning in as she stares at you. "to właśnie robię..."

You sigh and look at her, feeling more irritated than ever. "sprechen Sie Deutsch?" <<Do you speak German?>>

She smiled sarcastically. "Ich lebe in Deutschland!" <<I live in Germany!>>

"Woher kommen Sie? du bist kein deutscher." <<Where are you from? You are not German.>>

"jestem Polakiem." She says, turning away. "Auf Wiedersehen, Dummkopf." <<Goodbye, fool.>>

You felt your face redden, and you intended to shout. But, it was late and she was quick on her feet. She was already 20 feet away from you by the time you thought of a comeback.

"What a bitch..." you muttered, going back to the dorms.