A small peak into the CIA Operators

He let out a deep exhale.

Sometimes he missed the thrill of battle. Nothing could compare to the roar of an Abrams tank. The feeling of euphoria rushing through his veins as he fired a shell into his enemies. It was odd how he switched that life out for this, the feeling of battle had been traded for a feeling of emptiness. Wasting away till he was lucky enough to have his team on the next assignment.

"Drowning your sorrows?" Haze leaned against the door frame behind him. Codec would've been surprised but he was too drunk to care at the moment. Haze leaned on the back of Codec's chair, at the moment Haze was uncomfortably close with Codec. He let out a disgruntled sigh as the man continued to pester him from behind.

"I'm drunk but not that drunk. The least you can do is leave me be." The younger man muttered into his arm.

"Come on Marcie, don't be like that." Haze's hand gripped Codec's shoulder.

"Fuck off Teller, I'm dealing with enough tonight."

"And what exactly are you dealing with? I can give you one of my doves." He held up one of his canisters, the one he held was heavily cracked, meaning the slightest pressure could bust it.

"I'll kill you, I hope you know that."

"I'm very aware, that's what makes this more fun."Haze formed a smug ear to ear grin.

Codec was thinking of bashing in the fucker's nose with his elbow. It was the quickest way to shut up Teller, once he started he didn't know how to hit the off switch. The only thing keeping him from breaking his nose was the mess he'd have to clean up when he'd bludgeon him. It was unsettling how easily Teller could get under people's skin, it's why he was placed under close watch when interracting with other Rainbow members. Last time he tried something like that, Blitz broke his jaw with what he considered a love tap.

"Knock it off Teller, you're not going to get to me." His voice came out gruffer as he sobered up, it was as if talking to Teller drained whatever buzz he had.

"But that's the point sergeant." Haze ran a hand through the man's brown hair, brushing past the thick locks of his undercut.

"You're really pushing your luck, right now, I'm not afraid of getting court martialed."

"We both know if you wanted to do something, you would've already done it. I think you like being pestered, or you're not man enough to do anything about G.I." Haze stepped back from Codec's chair and crashed onto the couch behind him. "You're just as broken as the rest of them, you're sole reason to live is to fight. It's what you were trained to do after all. You ran drills and learnt how to command before the start of pubescence. But now that you have nothing to fight you drink yourself brain dead."

If he could credit Haze for anything, it'd be for his unique way with words. It truely amazed him how someone so unhinged could find their way into anyone's skin. It wasn't in his profile that he was a sociopath, just that he was completely obsessed with the gas in his canisters. However the words he said didn't make him angry, when he first started working with him they did. But as he became used to him being the asshole he is, he stopped getting mad at his surgically placed cuts into his personality. He started getting mad that he was right, he really was nothing but a husk when he didn't have something to shoot. He spent so much time trying to be a Ranger that he forgot how to be a human. He had no interest, no hobbies, no relationships outside the team, no one waited for him back at home, not even family or the one close friend he had. And Haze knew that, and used it to his advantage.

"Hell, even Widow is somewhat human when you think about it. She at least has a personality...to an extent. Owl may be an emotional wreck but he's a person by societies standards."

"But what about you Teller? Do you think you're human?" Teller let out a deep chuckle in response.

"It's a matter of perspective in my case, but last time I checked I wasn't a government drone. You're exactly what they wanted you to be, their little toy soldier."

With all the strength he could muster, Marcello kept himself in his seat. He was in a battle with his own body as adrenaline pumped into his muscles. His body wanted to jump up from his seat and beat Teller bloody and senseless. Despite how much his mind refused to do so, if he were to do this then Teller would win this little mind game.

"No matter how hard you try to deny it Brody, you're mine." Those last to words were whispered into his ear.

Those words sent Brody over the edge. He shot up from his seat and slugged Teller in the jaw. Haze fell to the ground with a loud thud and was mounted by his leader to be continuously beaten. Blood pooled in his mouth from the punches hitting him from his left and right side. The assault came to a sudden end, Marcello removed himself from Teller and stood over him. Teller cough up the blood onto his white t-shirt then wiped his mouth on his arm. After taking a minute to collect himself, Teller pushed himself up to look Brody in the eye.

"Feeling any better?" Teller asked.

"Beating a prick bloody always makes me feel better."

"To each their own." Teller once again smiled, knowing that he did his job.

"Does getting beaten to a pulp sexually excite you? Because if so, try that slick shit with a Blitz again and he'll do worse than crack your jaw. I'm sure he won't pull any punches."

"Don't worry Brody, getting hit doesn't make me excited...though I'm always for a bit of punching when it comes to-"

"Why did you come to me?" Marcello interuppted Teller.

"Because I made you my target Brody. And when I have a target, I get them any way I can. And I know a few ways I can get you, mentally, emotionally, and physically."

"You're a fuckin creep, and if you ever try that shit with me again...I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll taste the water on my fucking knee."

"You shouldn't threaten enemies with a pleasu-"

Another punch inturrpted him, dropping him back onto the ground.

"If that's your worse, you're not cut out for this job." Brody muttered under his breath.

Teller once again let out another smug chuckle.

"I can show you my worst Brody."

Somewhere else

"Son of a bitch!" Owl once again was hysterical, he had misplaced something very special to him. He had turned his whole entire room upside down trying to find said item. His mind was scrambled in fear of the thought that he lost it. His body was pumping with adrenaline and he felt a rush of emotions flood his mind. Before he could let out another string of profanities his door had created open.

"Looking for something?" Widow asked coldly.

"Umm...yeah, have you seen my Bartlett hoodie? It's read with-"

"I know what it looks like. It's the only thing you where outside of combat. Fuze found it outside of his room and decided to throw it in the wash." She tossed the hoodie over his head.

"Wow, thanks."

"Don't thank me, he only handed me the damn thing. It's just a hoodie, it's nothing worth trashing your room over."

"Yeah, I know but this hoodie means a lot to me. It was a gift to someone special."

Widow raised a brow, He had referenced that he was with someone a few times. He rarely mentioned them outside of when asked, but even when questioned he was careful not to shed too much. It didn't take a scientist to realize the wounds were still fresh, especially when it came to his mental state.

"You've referenced them before, who are they?" She asked with that stoic tone that sent chills down his spine.

"E-Emily, her name was Emily." He often stumbled over his words when talking to Widow.

She wanted to know more. Something about the boy drew her in, she had to know more about him. But she just didn't know what it was, ever since she met him, she found herself watching over him like a hawk. Whether it be on a mission or when they were back at base, she observed him and took a mental note of everything he said and did.

"Why do you not talk about her?" She asked.

"Honestly, it hurts to talk...even to think about hurts. Bartlett was two years ago, yet the pain feels like it was just yesterday. Haze likes to mess with me about it, he says I was too weak to do anything. He also says that I'm broken."

Of course, Owl was an easy target for someone like Haze. Due to how vulnerable Owl was, Haze was bound to go after the unstable Owl. It was the same with her, but since she was the way she is. Haze left after not being able to trigger any reactions, she and a few others didn't give Haze what he wanted. Haze was no different from a grade school bully.

"I believe the saying is, it takes one to know one."

"Are you saying Haze is broken?" After Owl asked that several loud thuds came from outside his room. It was most likely Haze and Codec fighting, which would answer his question.

"Someone like him who seeks satisfaction by pointing out others flaws is broken. Haze has flaws that he doesn't want to acknowledge."

"That makes sense, whta about you though? Did you have anyone special?"

"No." She lied through her teeth, her wounds were still fresh as well. She did everything she could to forget about her tradgedy but no amount of forgetting could fully erase him.

"Oh okay, sorry for asking."

"Don't apologize, especially when there's nothing to apologize for."

"Yeah right, it's best we get back to what we were doing. I don't want to hold you up."

"What were you doing Owl?"

"Monthly security testing, Six has me test Rainbow's server protection. Y'know, for security reasons."

She nodded and turned to take her leave, Owl sat back down at his computer table but before anything could be done she came back in.

"Youre not alone Owl, I hope you know that." She left before he could respond.

A smile graced his face. He found a friend in Widow...well as much of a friend anyone could find in her.

In Closing

The Black Operatives of the CIA were a team of unstable individuals. All with varying degrees of mental instability and disorder, meaning this team would be a powder keg. But some how, they managed to make it work. They get their jobs done successfully and quickly. Though in fighting and disorder is regular amongst them, they managed to pull through their problems with one another and establish a deeper sense of comradery.

Expect more from the Black Operatives.