I don't normally write FanFics. I've heard of some but I was never really "in" to it, you know? But then there's Zootopia. Holy shit, this movie has changed me. I can't stop thinking about it and I'm at a loss for words on how to describe how I feel about this movie. So I then went on and just started reading more and more about "what if" at the end of the movie. I'm deep and involved with this that I decided to write my own. It's my first one, so I don't know how it'll go. I have an idea of what I want this to be, I just hope it turns well on paper.

My idea, which really isn't my idea since it's been copied by others, is what if a human came to Zootopia? And I'm not talking about a normal human being. No, I'm talking about Special Operations. A soldier of war. A person who protects the pubic. Yes, I'm talking about a military man in the world of Zootopia. What inspired me to write this was a series of novels that's based on a video game: Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon. I'm not copying and pasting those characters from that series, I'm just using that as inspiration to write this.

What exactly am I writing? Well, an adventure. An adventure that I thought of and I have to tell on paper. The plot runs parallel in the real movie except told from the soldiers perspective, with the "what if" possibilities towards the end. I do apologize for my grammar, or misspellings, like I said, I'm new to this and any help to get better would be much appreciated. I only put the rating on "M" as a precaution.

TL;DR, I pulled some inspiration from Ghost Recon and it meets Zootopia. I don't know how I thought of it either.

Anyway, enjoy the ride.

Author's note: bolded italics are thoughts that are being said inside their head, not out loud. Also, everything being told is purely fictional. Any names mentioned are just coincidence. The POV may switch between from 1st to 3rd at times.

Backstory of our main character:

Howard Clauson

Age, 33

Former soldier for the United States, where he worked under an organization under the codename "S.C.D." which stood for "Seek, Confirm, and Dismiss." A special operations organizations that only allowed the highest caliber of soldiers to go worst areas of conflict. The public doesn't know about S.C.D., and that's the way it needs to be. Howard was one of the lucky few to be part of S.C.D. and the youngest to join at the age of 24.

Height, 6'0"

Weight, 220lbs, not too muscular but toned right. The prime condition of an S.C.D. operative.

Personality, Nice, but very stern and serious when on duty. He does have a sense of humor which eases things during missions. When he leaves his world, he has to adjust to the new one, but he's prepared… so he thinks.

Out of the Shadows

Prologue

"Hey Howard."

I was currently looking down as we made our descent into Franz Air Force base, located in Northern Vermont. The time was 23:39, with sky pitch black that surrounded our aircraft. I hated flying, it's one of the things I told in my interview when I got tabbed to be a part of S.C.D. You would think that a guy like me would get used to flying since I'm in the military, and that working for a top secret organization which heavily depends on flying would help ease that fear. Well, surprise motherfucker, I'm still not over it.

What helped me ease that fear was the picture of my wife and baby boy. I married my wife, Rachael , about 2 years before I deployed. Talk about crazy love, huh? Who would want to get married to someone knowing you won't see her for a couple of years? Well, love is a strange thing, and she was sure that she wanted to spend her whole life with me no matter what happened. She could have said no, after all, I did proposed to her. The photo always helped me during times like these, but it always made me miss them more. She knew I was a soldier, but not like anything that they would even think of. I wouldn't be able to tell them, since S.C.D. would wipe them off the grid. Like in Burn Notice, except they're the ones being wiped off, not me. Well, not my baby boy. That would be too crude.

"Howard!" The voice a little louder this time.

I finally looked up to see that it was my fellow comrade, Lance Depperson, another soldier who works for S.C.D. We've been deployed to several missions together, and he always had my back and I always had his. It's cliché to say that, but when there's only a few of you in a group, you get along pretty easily with others.

"You still have that photo?" Said Lance.

"You know I hate flying more than anyone else Lance. It helps me get by."

"You're lucky to have her, you know? Aren't you glad that we're finally coming home for a while? You'll get to see her and.."

Lance was interrupted by AAL, or "Automated Artificial Logic." He's a program that talks through our ear piece whenever we're out on missions. It helps us one-up the enemy so that we're always a step ahead than everyone else. If not for him, S.C.D. wouldn't exist. Crazy to think about that really. Most of our missions that we've been through could of gone to shit if not for him. Thank the lord for the creation of Artificial Intelligence, otherwise, the world would be hell.

"Excuse me Sir Howard and Lance, but I have detected a projectile that has been launched from an undisclosed location. The projectile is indeed a missile and is currently heading towards… well, that's odd."

"What?" Both Lance and I stammered.

"…It appears that its current path is towards us. Apparently, we are being targeted."

Both of us we're confused. We were in the 'States, who would be trying to shoot us down?

"AAL, get me in contact with the pilot" I asked. A couple seconds went by and I could soon hear the voice of our pilot. "Pilot, this is Howard in the rear, do read any tango's in our perimeter?"

"Howard, this is the Pilot, I don't notice anything on the radar. Why, what's the matter?"

"AAL just reported that a missile has been launched from an undisclosed location and its path is towards the aircraft, are you sure that there is nothing in front of you?!"

Before I could hear what the Pilot was about to say, our coms. went dead. Me and Lance both looked at each other in panic until suddenly our coms. were back up and a voice could be heard. This time, it wasn't the Pilot. It was the Headmaster of S.C.D.

(Following conversation between headmaster and Howard)

Howard: "Howard to Headmaster, do you copy? What the fuck is going on?"

Headmaster: "Hello Howard, hello Lance. I know I both told you that you two would be getting an early vacation, away from work."

HW: "Yeah, well it's starting off mightily interesting because someone just aimed.."

HM: "You see, I wanted to make sure that vacation was permanent."

I didn't get it. What was Headmaster saying, was he trying to kill us both? Why? What have I done to deserve this?

HM: "Both of you are being neutralized. I was given executive orders from the president to do so. You worked well for us. Now, enjoy your 'vacation' boys."

He hung up as I was furiously cursing and shouting. What the fuck just happened? He didn't give us any explanation on why the two of us we're going to be dead. So many thoughts, so many things were building up that I couldn't focus on what was going on. It was all so sudden to me. Before I could think of anything, I could hear a loud bang up front, and the aircraft started hurdling towards the ground. Lance was knocked out cold but I was still consciously breathing. Great, I'm going to be alive and see this all through I thought. I was thinking about my wife and my child, just thinking how are they going to react to all this? For the first time in a while, my fear of flying finally ended… only because I ended up in an empty void by myself.

It was weird. All the fear, all the hate, all the things that were building up in me were suddenly gone. Now, I was in an empty white void with nothing around. I never really believe in reincarnation but for some reason I got the thought that I would come back as human sperm. I mean, everything was white. Was I being born again? Would I have to go through life and start over? Would this mean I would get revenge to the person who wanted me dead?

Unfortunately I wasn't human sperm, because I could hear a voice that came above. I looked around and I couldn't see a person in sight. It was human voice, for sure. What exactly it wanted, I don't know. I was still trying to figure out where I was or what the hell this place was.

"Howard, I know this is all troubling for you and it's difficult for you to understand, but I am what they would call the Guardian."

I was in awe, not amazement, but by having no clue of what was going on. It only made things worse when I tried to speak, cause I couldn't hold myself back.

Howard: "What is this place, what is going on? What the fuck just happened to me, am I really dead? Oh please don't tell me I'm dead…"

GA: "Please, try to contain yourself. I know it's hard right now to do that, and I'll my best to explain everything if you could please calm down."

HW: "Okay, okay, I'll try. It's just.. it's just… shit, everything happened so fast before I got here. What exactly is going on?"

GA: "You're in a place where the souls of your world move on to the afterlife. It's called the Sanctuary. Welcome."

HW: "So, I'm dead, right? And this is what they call Heaven, correct? Like they say in the bible? I mean, I'm no religious person cause I did kill some people during my time with, well, the S.C.D. or whatever they are called now because…"

GA: "Because someone wanted you dead, Howard."

HW: "What?"

GA: "The S.C.D., as you said it, wanted you dead. They were lying when they said that they were given 'special orders' from the president."

HW: "...why?"

GA: "That, I don't know. I can only tell you that your family is safe along with your wife and your son. You don't have to worry no more Howard. They're safe. I wish I could tell you why the S.C.D. wanted you dead th.."

HW: "It doesn't matter now."

I cut him off early when I said that, as I had enough of hearing what was being said to me. I didn't know what else to say. It was troubling to know that my wife and my son would soon know about my passing, and that they would have to live with that forever. It made me feel cold inside. Actually, I couldn't feel anything. I was numb. To be dead at age 28, with many more years to come that were expected, now gone. It sucked. So this is what death is like, huh?

"I'm sorry your short lived but patriotic life came to end. It's a shame, really. Do you have any quest.."

HW: "I want to come back to life."

This startled the Guardian, like if he was never asked this question I just announced before. It caught him off guard, giving a look a troubled look right at me.

GA: "Excuse me?"

HW: "I said, I want to come back to life."

GA: "Howard… the world you come from, you're dead.. in that realm of the world.. I can't just bring.."

I cut him off again, "I don't care, just bring me back to life!" I said, in the meantime, the Guardian gave me a perplexed look.

GA: "Why?"

There were many reasons that I could come up with on why I wanted to be alive again, to go back to living a normal life or so I can get out of this… void. I know it was called the Sanctuary, but this place creeped me out, and I rather be somewhere else. However, I finally said what I thought was best to say. "I don't know. To me, it's the best thing for me to do. I mean, wouldn't you want someone with the caliber like me protecting… whatever that maybe needs protecting?" I tried really hard not to bullshit. I mean, I wasn't lying, maybe just advertising myself just to convince the Guardian just so I can start over again.

GA: "Very well. I'll have transferred to a different world where you'll be able to continue your life. However, I'll have you know that this world is very much different from the world you previously came from. Are you sure you want to go through with this, because once it's done, it is not irreversible."

HW: "It's worth it in my eyes. Just one condition: I'm going to need my gear? You know, equipment that I previously used for the S.C.D.?"

GA: "Why? You should be thankful that I'm even considering this."

HW: "I didn't say I want it, I said I need it." I gave him a dead serious look. I wasn't fucking around, if I was going to survive wherever I was going, I needed at least something to have with me. Because what good is it to arrive in a different world and being, oh I don't know… naked? Yeah, that would suck. Finally, the Guardian responded.

GA: "Fine, you'll be fitted with your regular gear that you've used for your previous missions.

The gear the Guardian mention wasn't much, but at least gave me a shot to survive. This included the S.C.D. suit, except with the S.C.D. logo's patched out. It was pretty much plain grey cargo pants with a digital urban camo on the sides. I also had a windbreaker hoody for my top and a black bandana with a half-skull representing my face. It was pretty badass, but that wasn't all.

My VR wristband. The VR stood for virtual reality, which I know that it was already a thing, but this was totally different. Remember the HUD I was mentioning about earlier? Yeah, that's what is it. A device to see the world in a different way, while staying ahead above everyone else. It felt like cheating to some sort. Nah, how could it be? It also came with my coms. ear piece, but… I don't know how much use that was going to be.

Oh, did I also mention active camouflage? Yeah, The S.C.D. had some pretty cool shit. I'm surprised the Guardian hasn't even bothered to ask what exactly I was bringing. Thank the lord too.

GA: "Anything else?"

HW: "My TDR and my silenced pistol?" My TDR, or "Tranquilize Dart Rifle" is my go to weapon. Non-lethal, so it's not going to hurt anyone. It was also foldable, so that way no one in public would ever know that I would actually be carrying a sniper rifle. My pistol however, is somewhat use to institute fear in the enemy. Say you sneak up on someone, whip out your pistol and put it to their head. You have no idea how much control you have in those situations. Is it loaded? Eh, I honestly don't know. I never had to use it… yet.

GA: "Weapons? How do I know that once I send you away you won't go off on a killing spree?"

HW: "Because if I do, I'm going to end up back here eventually."

I was right, when most people, at least the ones I heard of, go off on a rampage and starting killing any living thing, they tend not to survive a few hours later. I mean, I was part of the S.C.D. so obviously it's not like I'm talking out of my ass.

The Guardian moaned and handed my weapons. I was ready now, and I can see very clearly that the Guardian wanted me out of his sight.

HW: "Alright, I believe that's everything. So, where to am I going?"

GA: "A world… well, you'll see for yourself. I would tell you but I already gave in too much of your 'demands' so you're just going to have to find out."

HW: "Wait, what? Te.." And before I could finish, the white void that surrounded me was gone.