THIS. IS. WAR. (specops/anon X reader)

4- Fighting For Dummies

!!TW!! TALK OF VIOLENCE, FIGHTING, GUNSHOTS, BLOOD/GORE

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"Get dressed loser, it's time for bootcamp," Fara practically yelled into my sleepy face.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "Are you kidding me? It's so early..."

I turned around and started to waddle back to my bedroom, but I was stopped with a firm grip on my shoulder. Fara spun me around, almost knocking me off my balance. When I looked at her, I noticed something. There were two bags by her feet. A red leather suitcase with who knows what in it, and.. my bag! She found it!

I bent down to pick up my back but my hand was swatted away with Fara's foot.

"Fara, this is my bag... why can't I have it?" I asked, reaching for the bag again.

She kicked my hand this time, and I jumped back in pain. After I was done cursing her out on how I already had one burnt hand and didn't need another damaged hand, she spoke.

"You can have your bag back when you prove to me you deserve it," She stated in her im-the-boss-and-you-cant-do-anything-about-it voice.

I let out another big sigh and asked, "Okay, well what do I need to prove? I'm sure it can't be too too hard," I smiled at her. I wanted to see what she would do if i underestimated her, doubted her word.

She laughed straight in my face, which made me loose all the confidence I had.

"Here's a suitcase full of gear. When I tell you it's training time, you put the clothes on that are labeled 'bootcamp' okay?" I nodded my head and she rolled the suitcase into my room. The suitcase was very heavy, and I could tell, Fara was sweating as she dragged it over to the dining table. It must have a bulletproof vest or something in it... I thought to myself.

I snapped back into reality as Fara began to talk to me again. "I'll give you 20 minutes to get ready, then you meet me outside your door, understand?" She asked

I nodded my head, opened the suitcase and began searching for the bootcamp clothes. After some searching, I found a plastic bag labelled "Bootcamp attire" In the bag laid what looked to be grey leggings with a white stripe down the sides. Two different white tops also were in the bag. One was a simple sports bra, and the other was a tank top. I decided to go with the sprots bra, since I knew it was going to be hot out, considering we're in summer.

I brushed my frizzy morning hair into a high bun at the top of my head. I secured it with a couple of bobbypins and hairties, making sure it wouldn't move, in case we were running.

As I continued with my morning routine, I thought about what "bootcamp" actually meant. Why am I dressed like this if they were going to teach me how to hack? And if Fara was going to take me out running, I would be fine. Sure, I wasn't a very sportsy person per say, but I was fit. If I had to, I could run a mile. Do I want to? Hell no.

As I was tying the black bandana around my face, I heard a loud knock at the door. As I was walking to the door, it burst open. Malik stood in the doorway, his now uncovered hands and arms gripping the doorframe. Seeing his light brown skin now, I just knew that he was handsome. His arms were very muscular, and thick veins travelled up from his hands up into his forearms. He was wearing a orange tanktop that accentuated his tan skin, along with black sweatpants. Malik was also wearing what looked to be combat boots, that had spikes in them. Okay, now I know we're not hacking... I thought to myself. He was still wearing an anonymous mask, which covered up all of his facial features.