Note: This is a series of OCs. More specifically, OCs based on the multiplayer aspect of ME3, and how that might work in the context of the regular series story. We pick up after the first major op by the first two main characters, having extracted from the Cerberus lab on Sanctum. Also, actors to picture certain characters are as follows: Colonel; Michael Hogan. Commander; George Clooney.
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Special Forces
Chapter 1
"All I'm saying is that the gun jammed on you and you nearly got us both killed!" She yelled, stepping out of the Kodiak onto the hangar deck.
"So, it's my fault the gun jammed? Are we now on a policy of 'guilt-by-association'?" He asked jumping out after her.
"Maybe we should be. You'd keep your gear in better condition then."
She started striding towards a nearby arms locker. He followed.
"Oh, now you're questioning my ability to maintain my own equipment?" She yanked off her helmet and let her dark hair settle around her face.
"Yeah, I am."
"Alright, that is just..that is over the line." He tore his helmet off and dropped it on the floor.
She opened the door and walked in. He followed through and shut it.
"Oh, really? Well maybe if you kept up with your responsibilities-" She yelled, before she grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him towards her, shoving her mouth onto his.
After a few seconds of wordless panting, she got out "But you really do need to check your rifle, Clint."
"Kara, shut up."
"Do they really think they're fooling anybody?" One of the deckhands asked.
"Do you think they care?" Another said.
"Probably not."
"I wouldn't. Galaxy's going up in lazer-flames, and we've all seen those two…well, I'm surprised they didn't do it sooner."
"Yeah. Guess you're right."
"Come on. Let's see how many times they got the shuttle shot today."
There was a knock on the door.
Clint got up and stretched. He made sure to button up the top half of his uniform before opening the door.
"Glad to see you at least have the decency to get dressed again when you're done." The man in the doorway said.
"Hello, Colonel."
"Commander wants to see the both of you in the CIC. Immediately."
"He say why?"
"From what I gathered, the great Commander Shepard cleared something else you need to guard."
"No offense to the Commander, but all Shepard ever seems to do is make more work for us."
"I say the same thing about you two. Report to the CIC, and make sure you're both dressed."
"Yes sir."
"Commander." Clint saluted, and Kara mimicked him.
"At ease." The Commander said.
"What's the skinny?" Kara asked.
"The..skinny..is that we're going to Tuchanka to drop you two off. There's a high-value asset we need to hold onto, and you two are the only team available."
"Tuchanka. Great. I get to overdose on radiation meds and run away from giant worms."
"What exactly is this asset, sir?" Clint asked.
"An old ground-to-space cannon. Ugly as all hell, but a good deal of punch. Word is it took out a cruiser with one volley."
"Well, Krogan do love their big guns, sir."
"Don't we both know it."
"So, is this a drop job, or are you on standby while we pull guard duty?"
"It's neither. You're being sent in as an initial vanguard, but the second the Krogan can spare the troops, you're out of there. We'll be waiting."
"Understood, sir. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. We're all just doing our jobs here. More or less."
