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WARNING: CONTAINS A PINCH OF SADNESS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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The director sent Wash, York, Maine and you out on a mission to retrieve an artifact. It was going smoothly, being stealthy made you feel like a ninja, sneaking around and hiding behind walls. Silently killing off security guards by snapping their necks in a split second made you feel like jaws. But all that changed when York didn't manage to open a lock successfully and triggered the alarm system.
Wash and you were infiltrating Block A of the building and York and Maine were taking over Block B, since there was a hell lot of levels and a small artifact that was needed to be found in the gigantic building.
The artifact was found in Block A, inside a showcase in one of the million small rooms in the building. You were the first to find it and requested 479er for a quiet escape, but to your dismay, that was the same time that York triggered the alarm.
Now, thousands of obeying soldiers were running along the hallways in groups of 9, investigating each and every room. You knew for a fact that they were coming closer.
You forcefully pushed your elbow against the glass and broke the window, allowing an escape.
"Man, we should've had a plan B." Wash jokingly said to lighten the mood as he reached for his gun behind his back.
"Tell me about it. If Carolina was here she would be taking down all the soldiers outside. It's a pity she was needed in another mission." You agreed with a sigh.
"Hey, we will get through this. We can't die this young." Wash opinionated with a small hint of a smile in his voice.
You punched his arm lightly in agreement and pushed the transmitter button on your helmet.
"479er, this is Agent [S/N]. We have fulfilled the mission in retrieving the artifact and we are in dire need in evac." You said through the mic lightheartedly.
The soldiers may be near you, but you knew you had enough time to escape. That was about to change before you heard a desperate plea at the end of the transmitter.
"EVAC EVAC. THIS IS AGENT YORK. WE ARE IN CRITICAL CONDITION." A stressed out York shouted into the mic, with the background full of gunfire.
You looked towards Wash, but all he could do is look back towards you. You made a hard decision and pressed the transmitter again.
"This is Agent [S/N], forget what I said. Go help York and Maine before us. We got some time to spare."
"Copy. Be careful though, I see a hell lot of heat thermals coming from your right and left. 479er out."
You looked over at Wash's emotionless helmet. Even without any emotion, he was clearly worried.
You patted his back in reassurance. You slid your pinky into his and lifted both your pinkies, locking them together tightly.
When you first met Wash, he was being bullied because of how "weak" he was. He could easily knock his bully out, but he chose not to. You were the only friend he had. The one who has stuck through everything with him and the one who made him feel loved. You always kept a promise, a promised that you will never leave each other. You weren't going to let it go just yet.
You heard the soldiers coming closer as their marching got louder every second. You and Wash got ready to fire towards the metal door that was the only barrier keeping both Wash and you safe. You checked your radar that was attached onto your armor on your arm, seeing that 479er was making her way towards Wash and you.
"This is 479er. We will be reaching below you in a minute, hang tight."
A sigh of relief escaped your mouth. But you still felt the heavy feeling of unsettlement.
There was a problem: By the time the pelican reaches you, the soldiers will too, considering the speed of footsteps that were marching on. They would fire missiles within such a short range that not even 479er would be fast enough to react, and everyone on the pelican would die. Someone is needed to hold the soldiers off for as long as possible.
You looked at Wash from the corner of your eye. He was a best friend; or even more for that matter. He was as curious as jet, a cat that both Wash and you patted every time you and was were on your way to school together. He was an adorable dork. He deserved to live his life instead of you. All the times he has been bullied.. he needs to redeem himself. You were a place above him after all.
"I'm sorry Wash. I'm so sorry." You said as you were overwhelm with guilt.
"What the hell do you mean? We are in this together. We will get out together like how we got in this together. [Y/N], breathe we will be fine. I promise."
"No, you don't understand." You said weakly and quietly.
"What?"
"Redeem yourself Wash." You said as you pulled him into a kiss.
He flinched but kissed back right after. God, how long he was been waiting for this moment. He kissed you passionately, making everything around you blue for a second before you realized what you were about to do. You opened your eyes and eyed the radar until 479er got near and you pushed Wash out of the window, slipping the artifact and a piece of paper into his hands.
It went in slow motion, he saw you for the last time, standing heroically in front of the window as he fell. You were crying, and he was too. You put your helmet on and turned back, shooting the incoming soldiers. And that was when he felt something hard and flat hit him on the back. He was on the pelican.
"[Y/N]!" You heard Wash shout.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you want to get killed?" York said as Maine grunted.
You shot a inverted missile onto the pelican which made it zoom far away from Block A.
"I'm currently stuck in Block A, but it's okay. Evac wouldn't be here in time for my escape-" you informed as you ran across the room, dodging the incoming bullets.
"Don't bother coming for me. My recovery beacon is dtysfunctioning. Even if I'm alive, I would have escaped this hell forsaken place. This is Agent [S/N] signing off." You radioed to the pelican and the MOI as your finger left the transmitter button, and the last sound that they could hear was a painfully loud and clear gunshot.
That was when the whole MOI paused for what seems like hours, taking in the heroic "death". Even South started to cry along with Carolina in the other mission.
Wash brushed into tears. Oh, how painful it was.
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"WASHH." Tucker called from the living room.
"What do you want now Tucker?" Wash said with a loud sigh, walking into the room.
Tucker held up Wash's wallet with an "innocent" smile. Wash froze for a second before taking action, trying to grab hold of it, but to no avail. Tucker pulled out a small picture, which just so happens to be the paper you slipped into Wash's hands on that faithful day.
"So you have a chick?" Tucker said with a smirk.
Wash frowned, and took the picture with little effort.
"Had. She's gone now." He said in sorrow as his head hung low.
"Shit man, I'm sorry." Tucker awkwardly said.
"It's fine, thanks Tucker." Wash said as he recovered to his room.
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Wash sat on the top of the hill, away from the blue team's commotion that evening. He held your picture and stared at it. It was taken on the first day of Project Freelancer. When he was still smiling delightfully with you. He regretted not confessing. He turned the picture around and it had a neat handwritten "Our Promise" begins it.
"Hey, I miss her too." Carolina said out of the blue and sat next to Wash.
"Don't we all?" He said, hugging his knees together.
"She was our best friend Wash, I bet the reds and blues would love her too." Carolina said, brightening the mood.
Wash and Carolina sat for awhile. It felt so peaceful. Both were in deep thought.
"Hey Lina.. do you think she is possibly still alive?" Wash asked with a pinch of hope in his voice.
"She's a smart girl, there's a high chance." She said with a smile.
"I sure hope so, she promised me." Wash whispered in pain.
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