Prologue
I could've sworn life couldn't get any worse - but it did that one day. The Battle of Dunkirk. I was on the other end of the barrel this time. The man who brutally murdered my family stood before me with a Mosin Nagant aimed directly between my eyes. The funny part was I had come to love this man.
His disease had consumed him.
Now let me tell you how it all began.
Day 1
"Cheers my friends!" As we raised our glasses and clinked them together. Cheering and laughter filled the air as music echoed through the building. "We've done a great job over the past few months." I tipped the glass back to take a sip, eyeing Vladimir from across the table.
Vlad puffed on his cigarette and returned the glance with a smirk. For an ex-terrorist he always kept it classy. I remembered the day we met; He was never the friendliest but he found an interest in me. My father had taken him in after the Russian government discharged him - after some hard time in federal prison of course. He figured that Vlad could make up for his crimes if he fought for Outer Heaven. I had been willing to accept that.
"Care for a walk?" He asked, putting the cigarette out on the table. He removed the scarf around his neck and draped it over my shoulders. Letting out small sigh, which smelled like tobacco and mint, he tied the scarf around my neck.
"Yeah, the exciting atmosphere is kinda starting to hurt my head." I smiled awkwardly.
As we walked toward my quarters, my father, "Big Boss", approached us. Gently pulling me to the side, I asked Makarov to wait a minute.
"Sam, I hate to rain on your parade but we've got something very important to deal with in a few days." Dad said. There was a serious tone in his voice, so I knew something was up.
"What's going on?" I asked. Makarov watched silently on the sidelines.
"Just a heads up. There's gonna be a meeting tomorrow. Both you and Makarov are required to show up. It's serious business."
"Got it. What time?" I held my arms close to me when a cool breeze swept in.
"Eight o'clock on the dot. There's gotta be quite a lot discussed." He straightened out his blouse and walked off. "Good night you two." He quickly turned around. "No funny business with my daughter, Makarov."
This is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it. Please put comments below so I know what I can improve on! Let me know if I should write some more!