inspired by A Side Character's Mission by inuoyekoichi
OMORI(its rlly good) and Mercenary Enrolment!
It'd make more sense now :3
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YOU KNOW THE DRILL!
DARKMODE ON!
FROZEN IN TIME
CHAPTER 00.
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=͟͟͞͞➳❥ ❝ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗬, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧
𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘... ❞
—————THE ONLY THING ENGRAVED in (L/n) (F/n)'s mind was to win, kill, and survive. Win, kill and survive. Those were the only things he could remember.
'IF YOU SURVIVE, YOU CAN GO HOME.'
(F/n) held his gun tightly, the cold ice on his skin not bothering him anymore. He wanted to go home already to his parents whose faces he couldn't remember anymore. He missed the warmth of family.
The only color aside from the white was the red blood of his enemies, the other side of the battle field. (L/n) (F/n), the White Tiger. Also known as the God of War.
He hasn't seen the light of the sun through the thick clouds creating the snowstorm— his eyes blurry as his breaths created a fog from the snow. He wondered how he hasn't died from hypothermia yet. His mission was finished, time to go back to camp. He was no different from a machine, the winter soldier.
Of course, being raised in only war was mentally and physically exhausting. His only escape was sleeping, taking all of his freetime just to sleep. In that way was he more similar to a cat than a tiger.
His only safe place, his mind. He liked to lucid dream and talk to his 'friends', Cha Yeon-Woo and Jeong-Woo. His 10 year old self going out on fun adventures with them. It was all a dream to keep him sane.
He didn't develop like a normal adult. Knowing only survival messed up his sense of time, objects and common sense. (F/n) was no different from a wild animal. While sleeping, he projected himself in the dream that he was still home, talking to his friends.
It was only that way was he..
THE MAN FROZEN IN TIME.
"Where am I going?" (F/n) asked, looking down as he boarded the plane. "Africa," his superior answered, handing him a gas mask to wear. "It'll be hotter than here," he said, swiftly looking away. (F/n) briefly scanned the black mask, not understanding it's use.
"Disguise yourself. I don't want you being assassinated."
The (h/c)-haired male nodded, feeling the plane leave the ground— flying on their way to the new battlefield. Despite the difference in terrain, (F/n) still did his job as best as he could; using his skills to knock down enemies.
"(F/n)? (L/n) (F/n) is that you?"
"HEY (F/N).... I LOVE YOU.
WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
"I r̸̲̋́̈̌͒͊͗́́͗ȅ̴͇͖̪̜͈̹͕͈́͂̽̈́̅͠ͅd̷̙͔̆͑̃͑̽̈́ͅa̶̡̪̹̩͋͊͋c̵̟̲̣̠͛̋̐̀́̅̇͝͝͝ͅt̶̨̺̜̣̠̮̘͈̯̼̀̑̈́̈́́̚ę̴͉̻̈́̓̈́͒͘d̸̦̪͚̊́̇̃́͘͠ —"
" I will follow you for the rest of my life. "
THIS IS THE STORY OF (L/N) (F/N),
THE MAN WHO WAS RAISED IN WAR
REUNITED WITH HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND.
WELCOME..
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