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Tracing the narrow scar that ran across your face, you tried many times to cover it. Due to your god forsaken Father, you were a masked and silenced devil. You chose this path because your father spiraled you into a war raging scorpion.
That is how you were born, Scorpion reigned over your identity.
“Got your six.” You whispered to Sewell, resting a hand on his shoulder as you crouched down. He was your scouting partner for a good sniper spot as well as being his own sniper. You were flexible, many different places you could be in. You were always for stealth and silence. Yet you were a feisty one, one who could handle a lot of gunpowder.
Click!
You listened to the mag pop back into the sniper rifle’s place. It was a sudden sensation that gave you some sort of comfort in your missions.
“Two tangos coming up on ya’ right Scorpion.”
The com kept your adrenaline moving. Setting down the sniper, you screwed in the bulky suppressor, nodding to Sewell. Your affirmed sniper, he flashed a grin. Already plopped down and wriggling in place with his camouflaged thighs.
“Foxtrot in position.”
You dug your boots into the graveling pile that mimicked its version of a road, crouching down as your thighs extended and your boots crunched. Flipping the blade, your gloved fingertips beckoned gradually onto your hilt of the blade. Feeling the warmth against your leathery palms, you inhale the stingy scent that had ceased your inhale. Cringing out, you squint your eyes as you exhale what you had lingering in your lungs. The burning sensation caused your ears to pull your distraction away once you heard the thumping noises of rocks being caught up in a man’s boots.
A scorpion wasn’t rare, especially out in Al Mazrah. A unforgivable scorching heat burned against you and your team. Hearing small complains earlier before you had engaged with the enemy. You soon started to crave those complaints, despite it annoying you, you felt a small comfort from it. Because it was human, yet the men you were fighting against weren’t. Your grip tightens at the thought, only to quickly snap your attention back to your mission.
You wait. The timing isn’t right… a little bit closer. Your muscles tense, feeling the sharp pain in your joints as they fail to lock into place. Squinting your eyes, you lunge onto the guard. The sandy biome giving away your attack in an instant, you shift and swipe at his kneecap. His finger jamming into the trigger, yet his body failed to when you snatched the rifle and pushed it upwards, bending his finger once it caught onto the trigger. He cries out once you shank the blade up his thigh, stinging the blade back into his chest. The crimson stained his uniform as he gagged, you silently watching him stunned, his body doing what it could to get to you and stop his suffering. The metallic scent kept your adrenaline going, a reminder that this was real life.
“Foxtrot 4-6, This is Delta 0-1 How copy?”
Your com bursts into your earpiece once you had released yourself from your victim. Another causality to be labeled on your file, you despised that thing. It could’ve told your whole life story, just in small thin file.
But it didn’t, nobody could get ahold of your records. No family, no name, no ethnicity, nothing. It remained redacted, but yet you still found yourself dreading for the day that the small file would soon be bundled up with information about you. All you could think about was Sergeant Scorpion. No last name, no first name as well. Your code name is what you clung onto.
“Delta 0-1, This is Foxtrot 4-6, targets eliminated.”
Your warm digits cling onto your radio as you responded, but before your relaxation could kick in, you hear the sudden whoosh of air being pierced behind you and your squad.
You knew what it was.
“Shit! Take cover! There’s a damn missile in the sky!” You bark at your men, picking up your legs and rushing towards the rocky surface Sewell was originally coasting upon. He was gone, listening to your orders and hiding behind a fair sized rock. You join him soon enough, clicking onto your radio.
“The damn 141 forgot about us!” You snarl, obviously pissed on how that Task Force almost got you and your men killed.
Before you could peak, the explosion boomed into your eardrums. Your agonizing yell had made you jolt your hands to cover your ears.
They killed your target.
And you definitely weren’t happy.
“You’re telling me that Laswell did nothing to stop them? Even encouraged it?” You were harsh with your tongue, obviously pissed at your superior. Until your heard the door swung open, that damn Lieutenant and the Captain walked in. You fold your arms and glare at them, the taller man seemed to stare back. His sunken eyes boring into yours thickly.
“You got the nerve to walk in here?” You mutter under your breath. Your superior heard in faintly, mumbling your code name as a warning. Your eyes flicker to the man in his seat, yet you merely turn away, staring at the two who had shifted the tied of unease in the office room. Your eyes lock onto the Lieutenants, and you don’t plan to pull away. Your striped mask hid your face, as well as your skin tone.
He was just like you.
You failed to disagree on that thought. You wondered, did he eat alone as well? Did he avoid public places, never took off his mask because of the pain and suffering that tormented us every moment of our lives?
Your eyes didn’t shift one bit, your brows frozen as you stared at him. You showed no emotion, but your thoughts about that Lieutenant definitely showed emotion. He stares, yet finally breaks it once he was apart of the conversation. You can’t help but trail your eyes on his appearance. Looking at the details of him, you scoff silently to yourself and look away. Watching the Captain negotiate with your superior.
“We need a Sergeant who can keep you and us in contact.”
Your superior flicked his eyes at you. You wanted to protest, yet you gradually furrow your brows and stay silent, nodding to him. You look at the men, biting the inside of your cheek. Feeling the recent ridges from your teeth digging into to flesh.
“Is she as well as a translator?”
“Bloody Oath.” You sigh out, responding to him. Your Australian accent was harsh, cursing every word you said.
They were asking a lot of you. Your superior pulls out your file, making your clutch on your upper arms tighten. He drops it on the desk, it sliding ever so slightly to the Captain. He takes it, quickly glancing at you. Yet when his eyes fall back down onto the papers, his eyes widen from the lack of information. You get a sort of ease from this, watching the skull masked man get a look and become confused.
“She’s like a ghost, we got nothing on her. We’re just lucky we have her on our side.” Your heart would’ve warmed, but you didn’t smile from the compliment that your superior had made due to the fact you were being exchanged to the 141.
“Get your bags packed, we got a long way ahead of us.” Price speaks to you directly, you only stay silent, leaning off of the wall you sat against. Walking away from them, you heard the Lieutenant shift in order to look at you as Price started up another conversation.
“She’s a silent one eh?”
After loading up your bags, you make sure your hair is tucked away in your mask but before you could make your way out of the room, that same Lieutenant had appeared in your doorway.
“Scorp!” You hear a familiar voice, Sewell manages to slither past the bigger man and throw himself into you.
You stay silent, lowering your eyes. Definitely already upset with the loss of not being able to see your partner in action anymore. You hug back, ignoring the silent man.
“Dinna’ worry bout it alright mate?” You speak to Sewell as you pull away. You remain soft spoken, keeping your hands on your shoulders. “And hey, you’re the lucky one who has seen my face eh?” You grin, your covered face shifts as to notify him that you’re smiling. He chuckles out, patting you as you release him fully.
You were going to miss him, he was the only one on this damn base you actually liked. Turning to the Lieutenant, you pick up your bags, throwing one at him. He catches it, confused on why you did that, yet you could care less. He simply grunts, leaving you alone as you walk beside him. The quietness of his footsteps matched yours.
How strange.
“Well, heres your new place.” Price introduced you to your room, “Just set it on the bed Ghost.” He turns to the quieter man. You as well set your stuff down as you look at the two.
“Thank ya’ Cap’n..” You mutter, yet from that small appreciation, he smiles brightly from it. Meanwhile Ghost is across your bed, setting down your duffel bag.
It’s just you and him now, listening to the shuffling of the man’s boots fade away, you look at him.
“Apologies.” He muttered, his voice definitely caught you off guard. “Wasn’t informed there would be anyone on foot in the area.” His words were quick, as if he kept them short but easily understood.
“Y’know… ya alright. Just was pissed at the time.” You waver a hand, letting go of the zipper and letting Ghost get closer. He extends out a gloved hand, you gladly meet his with your own hand.
“Welcome to 141 Sargent.”