When Comes the Raine (Rainbow Six Siege X OC)

The Scars of the Past

Dominic's POV (about 3 Days after the end of last chapter)

The space around me is so silent now. No matter what I do, how loud I play music, or how much A.R.I.E.S rambles, it's not the same. Nomad was the only person who ever stuck with me, and now I've failed him too. These are the thoughts that haunt me as I climb out of bed for my morning routine. I dress simply, since not only only will no one be seeing me, but I don't have the energy for my normal attire. I decide on a pair of black ballistic weave combat pants, a steel gray tank top, and my boots. I ask A.R.I.E.S to start my morning workout playlist, and he immediately agrees. He also goes over the itinerary for today so that I know what's up. I've hardly even started when the door bell rings. I ask A.R.I.E.S to check, he says that Max plus everyone on my assault squad is standing outside. I ask him to tell them to leave. He says he has a better idea.

Grace's POV (current time)

We all stand in the hallway outside Dominic's room, not entirely sure why A.R.I.E.S asked us to wait, but thank goodness we don't have to wait long. A.R.I.E.S. opens the door and we walk in, though the scene in front of us is exceptionally different than we expected. His front room is hardly different than what it it comes with for new recruits, except for an open floor hatch in the middle of the room. I immediately ask A.R.I.E.S what it is,

"Dominic has had poor past experiences with sleeping above ground,so it was a part of his contract that if he was going to join Team Rainbow, he will have specialized personal quarters underground to fit his lifestyle. Six agreed happily saying that 'A place where you are comfortable is the first stage of success'. You will find Dominic in his personal gym at the end of the hall", is what he says. We all climb down the ladder in the hatch and are caught off guard by the drastic difference in decor. The walls down here are a lavish royal purple with lush crimson carpets.

"Kid's got good taste", I hear Mike say without a hint of his usual sarcasm.

"Yeah, must save a ton on electricity too", Craig says while bringing too light the fact that the place is lit entirely with Christmas lights. We all start walking down the hallway reading off the odd little labels he's given each room. Things like "T room" and "Private, don't fucking touch", cause me to giggle a little, though Craig and Mike think it's for a different reason. By the time we reach the end of the hall, the blasting loud music is easily recognizable. We all turn the corner and get an odd surprise. Dominic is indeed in there, but he's wearing nothing but a pair of pants and a tank top, besides his boots, of course. I'm unable to tear my gaze away from him as I notice that his left arm is completely covered in third degree burn scars, and his right is peppered with even more ranging from gunshot wounds to napalm burns and everything else you can imagine. It's also rippling with muscle, but that's probably more emphasized by the fact that he's doing the most horrifying pull ups I have ever seen. They consist of him being about eight feet off the ground and holding his legs at a right angle while pulling himself up to where the bar is trapped behind his neck and in front of his forearms before he holds himself there for about ten seconds. I suddenly realize he is counting down to himself,

"99, 98, 97" and am impressed by his resolve. I look around a little bit to see Mike grinning maniacally and Craig poking his arms while watching sadly as they jiggle a little. Max is just standing there as though he's seen this before. I look back and hear Dominic say "76" before letting go of the bar with his right hand, now doing the same routine with just one hand. We all just stand here in awe as he switches to just his right hand at "50" and goes back to both hands at "25".

"He's like a damn machine", I hear Craig say, causing Mike and Me to nod our heads. By this time, Dominic has dropped down from from the bar and walked over to a treadmill, causing A.R.I.E.S to chime in,