Prepare for Tomorrow's Threats, Today. (Male Reader x R6s)

Chapter 0 - The Mission

(??? POV)

I was looking over possible new squads to add to our team when I remembered a squad one of our newer operators, Nøkk, suggested: a Norwegian duo she had high praise of, belonging to the Marinejegerkommandoen they had logs of all operations so I went to view the most recent one with the duo.

Mission Report Log - 772-36, Operation 'Sumpmonster'

 - A counter-terrorist operation of the Norwegian Marinejegerkommandoen attempting to discourage and prevent White Mask terrorist operations within Norway.

Battle Log - (Y/n) 'Nattmara' Folstadsen, Magnus 'Fossegrim' Wåhlsted

My partner and I had received intel that the terrorist organization The White Masks were attempting to set up a string of warehouses and base of operations in Bergen, Norway, it was my duty to enter and exit the temporary base of operations and sabotage it without anybody the wiser, and my partners to make sure mine went off without a hitch.

"Flytte inn på fiender siste vet stedet, noen oppdateringer Fosse?"

"Ikke som jeg vet om, flytte I Nattmara."

Go time.

My approach to the warehouse was from the woods to it's North, looking for a viable way in, I threw a rappel line up and went along the side, seeing an unlocked skylight that was outside of the meeting room, about 10 meters high, might make a good exit. I'll make a mental note of that for later, but for now, I see a cracked window above the meeting room. Quietly I move towards it and smash the glass with the handle of my knife so it falls down in small chunks instead of a broken pane, I notice that when I entered through the old window there was nothing there but some old boxes, seems to be an unused attic space with a hatch in the centre of the room.

I was now preparing above the meeting room in the small attic space that connected to the OBJ. and my entrance. I placed down a breaching charge on the grimy hatch connecting the two rooms, and set it off, blowing open a hatch near the table that the leaders were surrounding and threw down one of my 'Special' smoke grenades. It went off silently and all caught in its range started to convulse and spasm before their bodies quickly shut down altogether with the 200,000 volts rushing through them. I then quickly jumped down and landed on a body to dampen my fall, shot the two guards by the door with my suppressed CZ75 and sped over to the documents on the table, scanning over them quickly memorizing everything I needed before I began extraction.

As I prepared to leave the command room, I dragged the two guards bodies in and poured some alcohol I had leftover on the documents, then threw a match, no evidence, no proof. It started to burn both the bodies and the documents as I made my exit through the skylight that was left open when I crossing into the attic.

But as I went through I realized that I opened it right above a patrol party, without thinking I anchored myself to the skylight lock, pulled out my sidearm and took aim at one of the masks explosive vests, before pulling the trigger, blowing both the mask and his patrol party sky-high, only downside was that it and the breaching charge caused quite a bit of noise, luckily with the fire and explosion in the meeting room and the explosion out here, it allowed for an open escape into the surrounding woodlands and fjord by moving south, towards where all the masks will be running from to check out the problem.

I had reached the water's edge and was about to slip away in my wet suit when a few bullets whizzed by my hands, surprisingly one of the patrol party had survived the explosion and was shooting at me. I took my sidearm out of its waterproof holster, quickly dispatching the remaining hostile. I'm going to need some more infiltration & sabotage training so that doesn't happen again.

The water was cold but that's just how it is in Norway, I continued to swim South-East towards the re-assigned evac point, I don't know if they changed it again yet, but as I was swimming I heard it.

BOOM

I was around 150meters away from the warehouse when I heard the sounds of a successful mission, continuous explosions and confused shouting. And, sure enough, a pat on the back soon followed.

"Godt gjort Nattmara, hodet til evakuerings punktet og vente på turen."

"God jobb faktisk min venn, drikker på deg?"

"Fine."

- (Y/n) Folstadsen, End of Battle Log.

"Well, looks like we may have some new candidates for the team, better go make some phone calls with Norwegian Officials."

(A/n This is the first story that I may have a legitimate interest in writing and continue, so any criticism to improve and make the story better is appreciated.)