The Better Guy

Chapter 1

3rd Person

There was a helicopter, inside was a skinny red headed girl with an FBI logo, a white haired girl with extremely pale skin with the flag of the Netherlands on her left shoulder, along with a bald man in a gas mask with a sledgehammer on his back. Currently this helicopter was heading to Hereford base. The operators inside had just been notified of a new operator joining Team Rainbow. For better or worse they've been tasked with giving the new recruit a tour and introduction around the base. Since it was going to be a while before they landed, the operators decided to make some small talk.

Sledge: Well, how to you think this new recruit is gonna fair against the White Masks?

Iana: Well we have to see them first before we can make assumptions.

Ash: Well, I've heard about where they're from and it seems Nøkk is going to get along fine with them.

Iana: Huh? Why's that?

Ash: They both went through the Frogmen training from Denmark.

Sledge: Oh no... We're not gonna have another one with their mouth sewn shut, right?

Ash: Well we shouldn't. I heard they're at least talkative.

Iana: Where'd you even get this?

Ash gives a grin to Iana

Ash: Perks of being second in command.

Sledge: Which is bullshit and you know it, Cohen.

Ash only rolls her eyes as the helicopter begins its descent. When it lands the three operators get out and look towards the entrance of Hereford. They find Harry standing beside a tall... Man? The group couldn't really tell because of the thick armour they were wearing.

Harry: Ah, I hope your flight was alright, operators. But meet your new teammate. (Y/n) (L/n), Codename Grim.

(Y/n) nods to the operators as he gives a salute.

Harry: I hope you all will get along fine, just don't push about his past. It's not something he even wants to mention to me.

(Y/n): Please, respect my privacy and I'll respect yours.

Ash: Noted, a pleasure to meet you Mr. (L/n).

Ash holds her hand out, (Y/n) shakes hers before the other operators do the same.

Harry: Well, I hope you three can introduce our new friend to the rest of the operators and give him a tour of his room.

The others nod and begin walking inside with (Y/n) following. Harry smiles at the operators walking away before quickly walking to the helicopter the operators came from.

1st Person

Well... It's not what I was expecting but... Actually, what was I expecting? Some five star hotel? Well that's a bit much but I was at least expecting this to be change of scenery but it isn't too far off of how the base in Denmark looks. Well at least the smells from the cafeteria are pleasant. I zone out from the group and just break off, walking to the cafeteria. I walk through the doors to find quite literally every other operator inside eating food that actually looked appetizing. I lick my lips under my masks and get myself food. I immediately head out of the cafeteria to eat somewhere else because there were no free tables and there was one person that I hope, to whatever god there is, didn't see me... I still remember her black hair and lipstick... She looks exactly the same from the first time I saw her. All the way back in basic training. Well, that's a story for another day, Brain. I sit at the base of a tree and take off my helmet and veil, letting my hair flop over my eyes as I can feel the cold British wind on my face. I look at the steaming plate of a full English breakfast in my lap and dig in, the British still refuse to use the spices they conquered the world for...

??? POV

I was in shock... He's still alive. Even though he was wearing literally everything to hide his identity I still recognized him... The marks on his armour are burnt into my memory, and that damn harness he has... Decorated with three things. A stark white flag, the flag of Denmark, and a locket I bought for him... It blended into his armour perfectly for someone who didn't know it was there, but I knew it was him once I saw the first two flags... Whenever I asked him he could never remember his home country, he decided to show the unknown information by getting a white pin and putting it on his harness. He had it right under the flag of Denmark that was required. And the pendent... Well, we took a picture together. We had our helmets off, showing our faces to each other for the first time. So I pulled out my phone and a took a picture of us together. It was kind of a crap photo but it wasn't the point. It was the moment we had there. The moment we finally opened up to each other. The moment we had each other's first kiss...

Though it leaves one question in my mind, why the fuck did our commander say he was dead? It left me devasted... I'll get my answers from you, (Y/n). You won't turn into a ghost again, I swear... And if that isn't you or you aren't the same man I loved... Then at least I know you're dead...