Division's Frontline (Male Division Agent X Girls' Frontline)

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A/N - Okay, typing out Agent L/N is getting annoying, so I'll just go with Y/N. The other characters will refer to Y/N as Agent L/N.

It's been a month since the new arrivals showed up, and things have been going smoothly. The people in the U.S. (Universal Studios) Settlement have been doing better, thanks to Y/N and the five girls.

...

Y/N sat alone in his office, plotting various resource escort routes, and places of interest on his map, which stretches across his desk. In the corner of his eye, he saw a picture frame. He stopped drawing, set his pencil down, and took hold of photo.

"Agent, Agent!" M249's voice yelled, startling Y/N. "W-What?!" He asked, setting the photo down. "There's DMW forces moving in on the front entrance! The guards are struggling to hold them off!" She explained, and a few gunshots were heard in the distance.

Standing up from his chair, Y/N grabbed his rifle. "Evacuate the civies how we practiced, then get back to the entrance and help where you can!" Y/N ordered as he ran out of the room, bumping the desk on accident. The picture frame wobbled, then fell over.

M249 glanced outside, seeing him running to help. She looked back inside the office, and walked over to his desk. Picking up the picture frame, she glanced at the photo concealed inside. The glass holding it in was cracked, and one of the person's faces in the photo was hidden by the crack.

More gunshots rang out, so M249 set aside her curiosity, and ran out to evacuate the civilians.

...

Y/N almost slammed himself against a column at the entrance, feeling the bullets chip away at the concrete as the DMWs fired relentlessly on his position. Knowing he'd die if he peeked out, Y/N grabbed his Ballistic Shield, and activates the Crusader variation.

UMP45 watched in awe as Y/N took the enemies out behind the cover of his shield, which allowed him to use his rifle thanks to a slot. She glanced at UMP9, who was struggling for her gun with an unarmed DMW.

UMP9 flinched when a bullet pierced her aggressor's head, making him drop dead. She turned to her sister, who nodded. "Thanks!" UMP9 shouted, gunning down a grenadier. "No problem! What's family for? Hehe!" UMP45 shouted back.

Y/N stopped in his tracks.

"What's family for? Of course I'd help ya, ya little punk."

ST-AR15 screamed as she watched Y/N fall to the ground, blood pouring out of his thigh. "Agh, son of a bitch!" Y/N shouted, dropping his rifle to hold the wound. ST-AR15 dragged him to cover, and propped him against the a wall.

"Fuck! Okay... take this." Y/N grunted, handing ST-AR15 his Ballistic Shield. "Press the orange button on the handle to extend it. Make sure you've got a tight grip on the handle, or it'll spring out of your hands." He instructed. "A-Are you gonna be okay?!" ST-AR15 asked, glancing at the battlefield. "I'll be fine, just go! I'll help when I can..." Y/N told her, grabbing his rifle.

"I... okay, b-but I'll come back." ST-AR15 replies, running back into the fight, the shield raised. Y/N took out a roll of gauze from his backpack, and messily wrapped the wound on his leg, which stopped the bleeding. He tried to ignore it, but that line played in his mind again.

"What's family for? Of course I'd help ya, ya little punk."

He felt his eyelids grow heavy, and they closed slowly.

...

Y/N sat in the Hard Rock Cafe, with a glass of untouched wine in front of him. He adjusted his position in the booth, as to not irritate the injury on his leg further. "Hey..." SVD said quietly, sitting in the bench across from him. "What's up? Need something?" Y/N asked.

"Well, more like... I wanna know something." SVD replied, nervously tapping her fingers on the table. "What's that?" Y/N asked, raising a brow. "Well... I was in your office, looking for you, and I found this on the floor." She explained, showing Y/N the picture frame that sat on his desk.

He physically flinched, and almost reluctantly took the photo from SVD. He looked at it, his eyes going from an indifferent stare to a sad frown. SVD noticed this, but went on. "U-Um, who are the people in the picture?" She asked.

Y/N sighed, and finally took a sip of his wine. "...My family." He replied. SVD could tell, even as a T-Doll, that there was something Y/N wasn't telling her. "Oh... well, they look nice! Hehe..." She stuttered. Y/N fingered the cracked glass with his thumb, and sighed again.

"They were... they definitely were." He murmured, catching SVD by surprise. "Oh my gosh, I didn't realize..." Y/N held his hand up, signaling for her to stop talking. "It's fine. Honestly, I don't even know if they're dead." He explained, setting the picture frame down.

He took another sip of wine, this one bigger than the last. "So... *Gulp* do you know what happened?" She asked quietly. Y/N didn't respond, he only took another swing of his wine. SVD got worried that she was walking on thin ice, so she considered changing the subject...

"Agent, you've been in here, alone, for the past three hours. Everyone's worried about you." SVD explained, then gingerly put her hand on top of his, which rested on the table. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Y/N raised his glass to drink, but saw there was no more wine left to drink. He sighed, and set it back down.

"...It happened when the Dollar Flu first struck." He started, thumbing the neck of his glass. "My parents were panicking, and my older brother was trying to keep me in the house, telling me 'Everything is fine' and, 'Things are going a little crazy'. Thing is, I already knew about it." SVD's eyes widened, and she looked down at the table.

"We Division Agents has been informed of the epidemic that started in Brooklyn, and... we were instructed to not say a word. That's what happens when you're covert ops for the government, I guess. Can't give away information that could save people's lives by warning them. So I said nothing. I didn't even tell my family."

"When the riots started to break out, my family holed up in our apartment, and my parents were praying for god to keep us all safe. A few days in, the rioters started breaking into houses, and they eventually ended up at our doorstep. We were cornered. The only way for us to escape was a secret path I made for myself. And just then... just... FUCKING then... my watch activated."

"When you're activated, nothing else matters. Leave everything behind, and take up arms against the threat. It doesn't matter who you are, or what you do. Once the watch turns on... you have to... leave it all behind." SVD covered her mouth with her hand, and felt a tear run down her cheek. She felt Y/N's hand tremble beneath hers, and she wrapped her around it.

Although his grip was tight, SVD held Y/N's hand, hoping she was helping calm him down. SVD stood up, and changed seats to sit next to Y/N. She gingerly wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and he immediately latched onto her, his body shaking violently. A bit surprised, SVD pat Y/N's back.

...

"SVD! SVD? Ah, there she... is." UMP45 trailed off, seeing both Y/N and SVD asleep, leaning on each other in a booth. "Whoopsie~ better not interrupt." She whispered, leaving the cafe.