This is just probably going to be a one-shot of my Nomad from GR: Breakpoint. She is beautiful. I might add to it on a later date but I really wanted to write a Ghost Recon story. Fanfiction writing is a lot nicer than making a whole new story, there's actually a world and characters premade so it's far easier.
If you haven't played the game yet then I recommend it, however, if you plan on buying it make sure you do it when it's part of a sale, its a bit pricey.
This story will include spoilers for Ghost Recon Breakpoint.
You have been warned.
As it's a breakpoint story, it will be rated M for a reason. Swearing and lots of violence will ensue.
I do not own GH: Breakpoint, nor do I own any of the characters. As much as I wish I could write for Ubisoft and Ghost Recon, it is just but a dream of mine.
"You made me kill my friend!" Nomad yelled at her traitorous comrade, pulling back the charging handle of her rifle. Nomad had finally gotten to the final fight, she worked diligently, killing so many soldiers fighting for a belief in a paradise that would never happen. Now she was in the same room as her old friend, Cole D. Walker. They weren't there as friends. They were enemies, returning fire to each other.
They didn't want to kill each other, but neither of them had the same views anymore. Neither of them were fighting for the same thing anymore. Walker was alone. There was no one left to help him and Nomad was here to put him down. He refused to go down without a fight.
"And you're making me kill mine," Walker said under his breath, loading his Silver Stake and firing at where Nomad took cover. He bashed open a door and ran through. Nomad sprung up from where she hid and aimed her rifle at the doorway until the doors closed. She ran up the stairs on the side and into the room Walker had just retreated into.
When she ran through, she scanned the huge room filled with crates, screens, and technology for any signs of Walker.
Four green lights hovered at the back of the room, a low humming sound coming from them. Drones. Nomad fired a burst of shots at where she thought Walker was but only got the fizzing of her fired bullets in response. Shoot down the drones and Walker won't be protected by them.
Without words being passed between them, the two friends tried to kill each other without a moment's hesitation.
Doors at the back of the room opened up and four Wolves ran in, lighting up where Nomad had just found cover. Nomad pulled the pin on a grenade and cooked it for a couple of seconds before throwing it at the feet of two Wolves. Blood rained down in the area they used to occupy and both were dead. Picking herself and her rifle up, Nomad quickly shot the third Wolf in the head. A resounding ding echoing through the room and its helmet falling off, only followed by more shots from Walker and the final Wolf.
The fourth Wolf rushed the position of Nomad and shot at her. In a flash of red and orange, the Wolf fell to the floor with three holes in his chest. Nomad clutched her left arm, blood pouring out from between her fingers and she desperately tried to cover the fresh bullet wound.
Taking her rifle and balancing it on her left forearm, Nomad fired a volley of shots at Walkers drones. Two fell and burst into flames. Walker gained more ground on Nomad whilst she was fighting the Wolves, only a few metres away from her. Nomad pulled the pin on an EMP grenade and dropped it at her feet. The concussive blast erupted from the metal casing.
The last two drones dropped down. From pure adrenaline, Nomad threw herself away from where she was hiding and squeezed the trigger of her rifle. All of the remaining bullets in the magazine were emptied into crates and metal covers, none of them connecting with Walker. She threw her empty rifle to the side and pulled her pistol from her leg holster.
"It don't have to be like this Nomad! You can still join me!" Walker shouted, loading his revolver.
"I've chosen my side! It's your ideals that are wrong!" Nomad popped up from her cover the same time as Walker had. They shared a second of staring into each other's eyes. Nomad saw hope in her friends' eyes, but Walker saw disappointment. They both pulled their triggers and one of them fell to the floor.
"Shit..." Nomad, through excruciating pain in her left side, shakily aimed her gun at where Walker was. She limped her way around some boxes, her sights trained on whatever sat behind them.
"You got me good, Nomad. It really was shoot t' kill-" Walker lay on the floor, coughing up blood and clutching his stomach. His revolver laid beside him, blood on its grip. Nomad lowered herself down behind her friend and grabbed the straps to his vest, pulling him - through gritted teeth, against a table. She crouched down beside him and watched him.
He slowly raised his right hand to his neck and clutched his dog tags, gripping them firmly and then finally tugging them away from his neck. Nomad moved her hand towards his, and he pressed them into her hand. She took it as Walker curled his fingers around her fist. Walker glanced to the side, his breathing was laboured and he fought to keep his eyes open.
Nomad watched him, waiting for him to say something.
"Nomad..." He started, catching the eyes of his friend. "Wonderland... is still... gonna happen..." With one final splutter, the life from Walker's eyes were drained. His head dropped to the side and his pained breathing came to a stop. Releasing a deep sigh, Nomad raised his dog tags to her neck and secured it next to her own. She took one last look at her friend before wrapping her arms around him, her face contorted into pain and sadness.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered, resting her forehead on his shoulder. "Forgive me Cole, please..."
For a few seconds, she forgot about the pain in her arm and her side, the growing tiredness in her body and the average aches and pains she had all over her body. For a few seconds, all she knew was sadness. She lost another friend, and it was her doing. Her hand. Her gun. She killed her own friend.
Weaver was dead. Holt is injured. Midas is missing. She missed her squad, but she was missing the old days of her squad with Walker and Josiah.
Nomad weakly pushed up from her knee and stood beside Walker's body. She looked down at him and then walked away. She had to upload that virus for Skell, so the Homesteaders won't get killed by the swarms when they try to leave. Nomad pulled out her bandages and started wrapping her arm, and then pressed some cloth to the bullet wound in her abdomen.
"Fuck..." Nomad climbed the stairs to the control room and reached the laptop in the middle of the room. She inserted a USB into the laptop and entered a few keystrokes, establishing a connection with Skell in Erewhon.
The virus had worked and now the swarms targeted the fleeing Sentinel submarine. Their plan had worked, and now it was just a matter of removing the rest of Sentinel and the Wolves from Auroa.
Nomad patched herself up after ending the transmission with Skell, picked up more ammunition for both her rifle and her pistol, and then left the compound. She had nothing else planned now. Was it a time for celebration? She could really do with Mads' moonshine right about now.
~Erewhon, a day after the virus was uploaded~
Nomad sat on the cliff edge, looking out to the north of the island. She watched the lush greens and blues that filled her vision. The sky was a bright clear blue and the forest below looked like a vivid emerald colour, it was all too serene and calm for what this island has given her. She lost too many of her men, half of them were lost in just the first couple of hours landing here. Only a few more were lost later on, but it's been almost three weeks since they got here.
Where is Midas?
Nomad had only her pistol on her, the rest of her gear was piled up at the top of the treehouse at the back of Erewhon. She claimed that place as her own as no one else seemed to take it, and it looked like a good place to show that she was an influential character in how Erewhon ran.
Looking out at Auroa, nothing seemed real. It was all painted like paradise. However, paradise doesn't shoot at you, break your bones, or cut your skin...
Paradise doesn't kill your friends, either...
Nomad slicked back her hair and then traced her cheeks and jawline with her fingers. She felt the rugged skin on her left cheek, and then the burn scars on her right. She felt the deep blade cut that ran under her left cheekbone. She felt the split lips that hadn't touched a full meal in over a month.
Nomad's stomach replied with a low growl, she needed to get something substantial to eat. Maybe she should get some sleep, too.
She pushed herself up off the mossy ground and picked up her empty moonshine glass. Nomad let her nose pull her towards food, going to wherever there was something being cooked. It smelled like bacon.
Funnily enough, someone was cooking bacon. They were handing out other things too, like small meals that would be classified as a full meal to a child. Nomad grabbed a recently cleaned mess tin and a few strips of bacon. She also grabbed a large serving of scrambled eggs and some toast. It may look like breakfast, but this was Nomad's first properly cooked meal of the month. She gave her thanks to the chef and made her way to her 'watchtower'.
Sitting down on her bedroll and leaning on some cushions she stole from the bivouac downstairs, Nomad dug into her meal. Instant pleasure. Her tastebuds exploded, it had been a while since she tasted actually nice flavours. Yeah, she would come across certain fruits and berries around the islands, but nothing can beat bacon and eggs can it?
Nomad indulged herself in the bacon and eggs, savouring each crumb and taking her time to finish it. She didn't want the heaven-in-a-tin to end. Eventually, the mess tin did get emptied, and Nomad found herself satisfied. She put the tin and the utensils to one side, then looked over herself. She really needed a wash. Nomad decided that when she woke up after her much needed sleep, she'd go for a wash.
Patting out her bedroll, Nomad pulled her pistol into her arms and laid down. She closed her eyes, finally getting her well-needed rest.
.
A child's scream, followed by laughing, sprung Nomad out of her sleep. It was no longer dark outside, so she must have slept for quite a while. She checked her watch, it read: 11:34. Nomad shook her head to herself and relaxed a little, the tension she felt in her shoulders yesterday had released somewhat. She really needed a hot bath, and a haircut, and new clothes. Time to visit Maria, she supposed.
Nomad picked herself up and picked up the little amount of clothes she owned - she was going to get them cleaned and then passed around to people who may want them. Nomad made sure to bring her pistol with her no matter what, this island was a mystery and often threw obscure shit at her at random intervals. A simpler way of saying this would be that she didn't like the island, at all.
"Hey Nomad, you need something?" Maria, the shopkeeper and wife to the leader of the Homesteaders, greeted the Ghost operative.
"Yeah, I don't want these anymore. Think someone could use all this?" Nomad placed a bundle of old and unused clothes and gear onto the countertop.
"Sure, 'Steaders always need new clothes. I can get someone to wash all this stuff. Was there anything else? Maybe a new gun or attachment?" Maria placed her left hand on her hip, leaning into her arm.
"Not today, Maria, thanks. I'm actually looking for somewhere to bathe, I've got some serious aches and pains I want to forget about," as if to accentuate her point, Nomad massaged the back of her neck.
"There's a communal bathing area that you can use at the back of Erewhon, but," she leaned in closer to Nomad and invited her to listen closer with her finger, "between you and me? There's a hot spring in a cave nearby, it's a minutes walk out of here but it's totally worth it. Mads took me there once and just... wow. Once you leave Erewhon, go down the left and when you reach the first path going down into the valley on the right, walk about 25 steps, after that there's another path on your right and that's the way to go,"
"Thanks Maria, I'll have a look. See you later," Nomad smiled at the shopkeeper before walking back up to her watchtower. After climbing to the top, she grabbed her gear and her rifle, then walked down to ground level. She fitted her vest then slung her bag over her shoulders. Nomad waved to Maria on her way out of Erewhon, receiving a cheeky wink in return.
Nomad took the path that Maria told her about, and soon enough she happened upon a cave beside the waterfall. She ducked under some vines to get inside, the humidity rising quickly and sweat started to form. Walking further in, condensation started forming and Nomad set her eyes on a clear blue, small body of water within the cave. She dropped her gear and her rifle beside the water, dipping her fingers in to test it. It was the perfect temperature, enough to bring out a comfortable sweat and ease all tension that had grown in her body.
Before long, her clothes were removed and she was sat down in the water, just high enough to get below her neck. It was calming, peaceful, clean. It was away from the busy paths of Erewhon and the dangers of Auroa. She'll remember to come here next time she needs to release some tension. Nomad could feel all of her muscles in her body relaxing, loosening and just allowing the water to turn her into jelly.
Of course she couldn't get too relaxed, there was that paranoia that sat at the back of her mind telling her that she should keep her pistol with her at all times. It was sat directly beside her on the rocks, grip pointed towards her so she could quickly access it.
Yet the water was incredibly comfortable, and she didn't expect to be leaving until she really needed to. Maria knew where she was anyway, so that wasn't a problem. Nomad did come here to bathe, but in order to do so she'd need some form of soap or scrub, and she didn't have that. Nomad sighed deeply, regrettably rushing to this spot before considering what she'd need.
Oh well, there's always next time.