Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Nightmare Part 2-Mitch Rapp

Dedicated to ScorchedThomas2922

Mitch's POV

I walked into the gym, my eyes instantly finding Y/N. She was sparring with another assassin, Hurley standing nearby watching. I subconsciously took a step towards her when I noticed the guy get the upper hand.

That worry instantly turned to pride as I watched her turn things around and instantly take him down. I looked over to see Hurley nodding his head, approvingly.

"Not bad, Nightmare. Hit the showers."

I watched as Y/N's shoulders tensed at her nickname. She sighed before grabbing her towel and gym bag, ignoring as the other guys in the gym laughed. She looked over her shoulder at me, sending me a knowing look as she left the gym.

"Rapp," Hurley said, pulling my attention away from my sister's retreating form. "My office."

I sighed as I followed him to his office. Once we got there, I stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting for him to begin his weekly lecture.

"How do you think your sister is doing?" He asked, getting right to the point as he sat at his desk.

"Oh," I said, not hiding my surprise. "Are you sure you want my opinion? I just. . ."

"Of course," he shrugged. "You've been watching her closer than any other assassin here, myself included."

I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling that overcame me. The only reason I always watched her was because I was worried she'd get hurt. I was protective of my sister. So, what?

"Well, when she first came here she was strong, fast, smart, light on her feet. She has the skills."

"But?" He asked when I didn't continue.

"She has the skills but didn't know how to best use them," I spoke up.

He nodded, encouraging me to continue analyzing my little sister's fighting tactic. So, I did.

"It shows that she became the face of the operation back when she. . ."

"When she was Nightmare," Hurley finished.

I caught myself cringing when he called her that. "Yeah," I said slowly. "Anyway, it's clear that she was meant to be the face, but nothing more. She wasn't supposed to fight, but she could if needed. She could fight her way out of anything, but not without getting hurt. Not without getting seriously hurt."

"What makes you say that?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Her response time is delayed," I sighed. "It takes her longer to react than the rest of us. She quickly overpowers her opponent, but that's only after he already took control of the fight, gaining dominance."

"I agree," he nodded. "So, do you think she should be tested out in the field?"

"Wait, what?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Do you think your sister could handle a job?"

"Sir?" I stuttered.

"There is a big job I need to send you on, and I've been debating whether or not to allow Y/N to go with you. Do you think you could focus on a target without getting distracted by your little sister being in danger?"

Reader's POV

When I walked into my room and threw my bag down. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail, running my fingers through my sweaty hair. I sighed when I heard a knock.