Sorry for my 1 am update, my editing was wayyyyyyy off, and i fixed it now, this is how the story is meant to be enjoyed now.
Hope you enjoy, and expect more updates because I'm going to try and churn them out before the madness really kicks in. Readers of Crash Course know the struggle. (BTW, new update for that is coming soon.)
Idk when, but soon.
Oh, and I love playing as Frost, her gun does as much as the 416-C if I'm not mistaken.
Oh, and if anyone wants to know what cosmetics the main four are wearing, I'll drop em right here.
Frost
-40 (My current headgear that I'm rocking)
Digital Mist (Personally like it more than the Cashmere tbh.)
Alex
Faux Fur Lined Parka Hood (otherwise just rocks a headset on top of his long parted hair.)
Black Canadian Goose Parka
Grey Plate Carrier and Digital Grey Medical Backpack.
Ash & Thermite
Digital Set
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Location REDACTED
FORWARD OPERATING BASE "Quebec"
42 Days Since Last Operation
Most Operators on Standby
Eliza was up and running two days after Alex was allowed to be seen. Her next OP was soon, as the rest of her squad was recovering from minor injuries.
All they were waiting for was the Sentinel. His injury list landed on her desk the day after she got back from her morning run around the base.
As Jordan and she entered, the Manila folder stood out on her otherwise plain desktop. "Another operative transfer? How many times do I have to tell Six no?" Her fingers scooped out the content of the folder. Multiple lacerations, intermediate blood loss, a fractured shin and two bullet wounds, minor.
"W-wow. Whatever you do, don't mention any of this to Tina, god only knows how much she's been beating herself up." Jordan spoke from his spot beside her, his eyes rereading the relatively empty file.
She nodded and set the file inside one of her drawers. "Not a word." She agreed. Her feet took her towards the exit, "Can't hold any secrets on an empty stomach." With that, she turned and made her way to the mess hall, with Jordan following suit.
The hustle and bustle of the base as noon came around never surprised her, she thought the food was halfway decent and figured the allure of meals cooked with okay expertise was the sole lure to the cafe. That or the fact that they had a vending machine. Thinking about it twice, she decided it was the vending machine.
"One of these days I'm gonna pop that motherfucker open and steal all the cash it's been taking from me." He paused and reached into his back right pocket for his wallet. "Sometimes I don't even remember going to the vending machine, but every time I look into my wallet, I'm missing a five. Like what the hell man!" He grumbled and walked towards the glass prison, his heart set on a packet of M&Ms. (Peanut, because those are fucking flamesssssss)
Ash laughed, and headed off towards her table. Her eyes caught the large white E engraved on the supporting pillar of the table. Echo table was sanctuary to the North Americans, she, Jordan, Meghan, Craig, Tina, Alex, Jack, Buck and Miles. She sat down to the unusually quiet table, her eyes immediately connecting with Tina's. Frost sat in front of her, while Jordan seat was to the right of Eliza. Tina's eyes were locked at the doorway to the right of Eliza. The fastest path to the Medical Wing.
Eliza was about to open her mouth to ask Tina a question when Jordan appeared behind her, his coarse fingers jabbing at her sides with elite precision. The surprise attack caused her to jerk to the left while emitting a rare sound to the rest of her operators. A laugh.
Craig cracked a smile, "Damn Trace! Nice job, that was what? Her second laugh in three years?" Meghan punched him in the shoulder, and Eliza could swear she could make out Tina's lips curling into a faint smile. She turned to Jordan, who tossed her a bag of Flamin' Hot Funyuns ©.
"So Tina," Jordan began, his mouth slightly filled with cavity inducing, glorified sugar grenades. "When's Doc gonna let your uh," He dropped two M&Ms from his grasp, but Eliza caught them both with her right hand, she quickly nabbed the yellow one, and gave the green to Thermite. "Your boyfriend out? We've been letting the Red Menace steal too many of our operations these past few weeks."
Tina took a bite out of her cheeseburger as he finished his question. Eliza kicked Jordan at the mention of Tina's complicated relationship with the newest operator. "Later today, at 4:37." Eliza could see Tina mentally kick herself for being so specific with the time. Meghan interjected, "Seems to me that someone misses the new guy a little too much. Don't deny it, we already can tell your feelings towards him."
It was time for Tina to defend, her first order of business? Let the blush that was sneaking from her collarbone seep towards her face. Ouch. She looked down as the heat built across her face.
Miles let out a laugh, and a groan followed by the bald SWAT member. "Seems to me that you've lost a bet, Estrada. Fork over the guap." Tina didn't even need to look to know that Miles donned his trademark shit eating grin.
Buck playfully punched her shoulder, "Chin up, nothing to be ashamed about. I mean, you two are practically dating, no need to beat around the bush like these two." His fingers pointing towards both breaching operators.
Jordan rubbed the back of his neck in defeat, and Ash leaned closer to him, a small hint of pink on her features. Tina's head perked up when the door she was studying for so long, opened. So much for 4:37. Rainbow's Windy City representative stepped past the double doors as if he'd never been injured. He didn't even go through physical therapy for that long either.
"Hey! Deep dish, over here! Don't wanna keep your girlfriend waiting." Jordan and Miles called, as if they'd been rehearsing all day. Come to think of it, Tina wondered if they did.
Alex laughed and strolled over to them. Buck slid, so that Alex could sit next to Tina. "Damn I'm starving, All I've been eating is ice and chips. I hope they got some sammiches in this bitch."
Frost snorted. "Sammiches? Nice to have you back, you giraffe. Let's go grab you something to eat." She stood up, the pep and energy lacking after Alex went down, was back, as if it needed its own time to recover.
Alex tossed two fifties to Jordan. "Thanks for keeping me alive man, I owe you." Jordan smiled and turned to Ash, who was already eying the cash, a fantasy of what she would spend the money on. "No-no, this goes to getting you a Dak Prescott Jersey." He replied, his faint grin growing wider.
She groaned in response, but she was soon unable to contain her laughter.
Courchevel, France
CHALET
Present Day
Deployed Operators:
Eliza "Ash" Cohen - Squad Leader
Jordan "Thermite" Trace - Equipment Manager
Meghan "Valkyrie" Castellano - Primary Defender
Jack "Pulse" Estrada - Secondary Defender
Reinforcement Operators:
Tina "Frost" Tsang - Auxiliary Defender
Alex "Sentinel" Pizarro - Field Medic/Auxiliary Defender
Miles "Castle" Campbell - Primary Defender
"Are you-" Miles cut her off with a groan, and loudly hefted himself onto his chair. "Yeah. Why the hell did I get put with the fuckin' rookies. I'll be back." He reached for his bag on the floor with a pack of smokes, and stepped out of the room.
Alex shook his head, and gripped his rifle. His eyes scanned over the various cameras they had control of and groaned to himself. "I'm physically fine. I'm a medic Tina! I should be out there!" He turned his head, looking for a response. Instead his eyes caught her gaze, looking at a paper in her hands. He lightly jabbed her shoulder, "What do we have here, Frosty?" and grabbed the paper from her grasp with precision. Her surprised yelp, and her quick hands reaching for the paper let him know he was onto something.
He used his right arm to block her back, and looked down at the paper. "Somethin' from Doc huh? Let's see." She jabbed her fingers into his side, just as he got to a portion describing a mental issue. He laughed, and stumbled back. "You got me, you got me. Care to share then?" He pointed at the still pristine paper, his eyes trying to peer at the words from his current position.
"I-I don't think so. Just some random stuff, like remember to breathe and to shout at your partner when he decides to throw his life on the line." She didn't mean for it to sound so hurtful, but it was true, he needed to felt what she went through these past few weeks.
He nodded, and rubbed the back of his neck before sitting back down. The playful energy was gone, and he shifted back to a more professional tone. "It really bothers you that much? That I care for your well being so much, That i'm willing to risk it?" He asked, his voice soft, as he looked at the monitors, his eyes scanning for the incoming assault.
Tina didn't respond. At first. Her eyes were locked onto Alex's body, her eyes scanning his slightly tense form. Alex was still staring at the wall of monitors, he had tossed his headset on, and was ready to call out to his defending teammates when he saw the first contact of hostiles.
Her fingers twiddled with her tablet, her response still buried in her vocal cords. "I don't know," She took a breath, and took a second to reconsider her words. She persisted, "I don't know where our…" she paused and waved her index finger towards the both of them. "Our, relationship stands, but I'll tell you this. Shrapnel may not have touched me, but that injury cut me to the bone."Her voice was back on the path of breaking. She shook her head and looked down at her feet. "If you don't make it out of the mission, and it's just me. What am I gonna do? Just-just. Think about that." An edge of hurt shone across each word. Her head snapped away from Alex's eyes and towards her 9MM C1.
Alex stayed silent for a while. The headphones occasionally cracking with comm chatter, but Alex never answered. Instead, his deep breathing filled the silence.
She shot a quick glance over at Alex, who was staring straight at her. His eyes slightly watered, and opened his mouth. A strangled sound emitted from his throat, but he turned away. The door flew opened, and Miles shouted at both operators. "What we got on the cams lovebirds?"
Tina looked at the ground, a near silent sniffle sounding out, and Alex's awkward throat clear. He nodded and sat in the middle of them, acting as a unofficial barrier. "Right." He took a glance at both of them, their clear discomfort nearly cracking him up.
His eyes caught movement in the cameras. His smirk faded, his fingers quickly grabbing the headset off Alex's head. He shouted into the microphone, "Contact east hallway! At least six, and four more downstairs! Permission to enter the operation?" His voice boomed in the small room, and both Tina and Alex perked up with interest. Alex stood to his feet, and fastened his plate carrier, while reaching for his M16A4. He ejected the current magazine, and double checked to make sure it was loaded. "Frosty, need help with your equipment?" His voice extended the peace treaty, something Tina was grateful for.
"Sure, mind adjusting this for me?" Her hands reaching behind her back, to adjust the bottom of her body armor. He nodded, stepped over and handed her, her 9MM SMG.
Miles turned around confused, and reached for his UMP-45. "You guys are so fuckin' weird. One second you both act like you've been married for thirty two years with a child in a good college. And then the next time I turn around, it looks to me like just two awkward teens who both have no idea how to function correctly." He scoffed and loaded a new magazine into his UMP. "Everyone one ships you around the base, but I'm gonna start taking Ls if you guys start arguing. I've nearly racked up a G in the past week and a half, and I don't plan on stopping." He lead the way out of the shed, still ranting and embarrassing the duo even further. "By the way, when you both find the balls to kiss, mind doing it where everyone can see?"
Tina kept her head down, her pink blush spreading rapidly behind her face mask.
Alex let out a laugh, "I mean, I wouldn't mind as long as we got a cut of the profits. Right, Tina?" He turned his head to his left, towards his shorter companion and slung an arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to his chest.
Tina snuggled against his chest, despite the various pockets and hard surfaces. She didn't mean to, but the warmth radiating from his body was just too alluring.
Miles looked at them and pointed his index, "this is the shit I mean! You come from crying in the shed, to doing this shit! I mean, can you at least do it in front of the rest of the crew so a man can get paid?"
The couple couldn't help but emit a laugh in unison. The Canadian giggled out, "You didn't answer the question, Soups, are we getting a share of the profits?"
Jordan fired once more, another burst ripping from his SIG SAUER. The thin drywall immediately broke, and as he repeaked, the person he was aiming for wasn't there. He cursed, and turned to Ash. "They moved under us. Watch the hatch for an explosion!" His voice screamed urgency, and Ash nodded. She turned around, and placed a metal reinforcement on the wooden hatch.
She reloaded, and peeked the same doorway as Jordan and saw more movement. "More hostiles! Pulse, scan the walls for me!" She turned, and Estrada was already moving towards her position.
Jordan fired at the doorway just as they tossed a flash. "Ah shieeet! I'm milked!" He dropped to his knees, covering his eyes." His rifle hit the floor with a clang, bringing the White Masks' attention towards his corner.
Both Jack and Eliza peeked, her rifle firing 5.56 towards the incoming force. She watched as one of her burst tore through a terrorist's body armor, piercing his chest and bursting his left lung. A spray of blood poured from the injured terrorist, and as he fell, his finger kept pulling the trigger. His 7.62 bullets tore through the head of his advancing buddy, dropping him in the process. She ducked as soon as she heard the loud squish of the body, and it's organs hitting the hardwood floor.
Their attention was now divided, and Jordan used this to his advantage. He peeked from his crouched position and domed two unsuspecting terrorists. He continued his spray, catching the arm of a reloading White Mask. Still, the enemy returned fire, piercing his thin cover, throwing up dust from the walls in front of his holographic sight.
He ducked and screamed out, "I'm out, loadin' loadin!" His fingers gripped the STANAG Clip and quickly shoved it into his receiver. He pulled back the charging lever and blind fired twice.
Pulse tossed a frag grenade, before moving backwards, moving towards the kitchen counter. He looked through the red dot and squeezed his trigger. The dining room table broke, as his .45 ACP bullets punchered the wood, catching the terrorist hiding behind it. Two bullets buried themselves into his left shoulder, one of them cutting through his neck.
As he peered from bottom of the island, there was indeed a steady flow of blood from the turned over dining table.
Eliza muttered to herself, "What a nice table wasted." Just as she pulled out a concussion grenade. She flicked the pin off, and tossed it into the room.
The split second flash of white, and she burst from her position by two stacked chairs and fired at two White Masks' hiding in the corner of the room, her NATO rounds slicing cleanly through the flesh and into arteries.
She rolled, and looked at the doorway, the lack of movement told her that she was alright for the moment. "Ready up for the next round, the downstairs hostiles will try to make a move next!" She reached for her radio, and flicked it on.
"You guys going to continue frolicking in the snow, or are you going to give us a hand here?" Her voice was annoyed, and Miles replied back in his always annoying voice. "Sorry Cohen, was too busy making an igloo for us to be bothered."
She grunted, and Alex's voice spoke over the comms, "Entering through the front entrance towards your positions in the Kitchen. Watch the garage, multiple combatants, numbers unknown. ETA sixty seconds." His calm voice was a relief, too many things had gone wrong already.
"Valks, you good by the stairs? They should be breaching any moment!" No response. She tried again, new concern covering her features. She looked at Thermite, who was having trouble reaching her too.
She shook her head at him, and she returned the gesture. He spoke out, "Do you think they-"
"THEY JUST BREACHED, MORE THAN TWELVE! GET OFF YOUR-" The radio cut out, and Ash immediately stood to her feet, running towards the front entrance. Her boots crunched through the glass of the fallen alcohol bottles. God how she hoped she could take a shot of something strong right now.
Their reinforcements sprinted inside, and spotted her. Frost quickly flicked on her safety and approached her, "Where are we needed?" Her voice lacked the urgency, and Ash shouted as she ran past, "Down-" before the bullets of the terrorists drowned her voice.
Frost nodded and ran with Alex downstairs, with Miles joining the men in the Kitchen. He pulled out a flash, and nodded at his teammates. "Therms, blow this hatch open, I toss the flash and we enter."
Thermite nodded, and reached into his satchel for one of his exothermic charges. He called out over his radio, "You three, breaching in fifteen." His hands went to work, smoothing out the device over the sheet metal. He pulled the metal release, arming the device.
He stepped back, and reloaded his rifle. "A really big fucking hole coming right up!" He grinned at the other two, his teeth flashing while his companions groaned. Ash's static voice breaking through his mic with a, "Same line. Every. Single. Time."
Time slowed as the loud screeches from the burning of the metal sounded off in the beautiful room, the marble countertop shattering as soon as the strong explosive burst through the metal. Castle's flash flew through the makeshift opening, and he jumped in first as soon as the distinct pop rang.
His boots hit the snow covered concrete floor of the main garage, and he immediately pulled down his trigger, the only checking for anything even slightly resembling a figure and sprayed. He was sure he hit a mop or something just because it looked like a crouching figure. Jordan and Jack fell through the hole next, with Thermite landing perfectly, and spraying at the confused hostiles.
Jack was less fortunate, and lost his balance and faceplanted into the concrete. Despite the firing, and the potential for death being high, Jordan and Miles couldn't help but laugh. Miles was silently pounding his fist against the floor, trying to muffle his laugh as he laid behind cover and gripped Jack's boot and pulled him over to his position.
Tina took the lead, and fired her 9MM bullets, piercing the cold atmosphere of the freezing basement. She ran, and slid behind a snowmobile while in the midst of firing. She gasped for air, and silently prided herself. Damn, that was friggin' sweet. She leaned beside the driver's seat, and propped her C1 against it, and fired at the White Masks. One of them did a swift 180, and shot up her position, his larger caliber rounds piercing cleanly through the snow mobile.
She rolled, and crouched, her eyes still locked on him through the EOTech sight. As her opponent repeeked, she didn't realize how accurate he was. Fuck. She tried to fall to a prone position but she knew she was ultimately too slow. That was until her idiot decided to run past incoming fire, and shove her to floor. She covered the back of her head while her forehead was resting against the rough concrete. Alex had tore upher attempted assassin, and as the Terrorist fell, his nose tore completely off, and hit the floor next to his bloody pulp of a body.
Tina regained her breath, and Alex dragged her towards a crate near the wall. He quickly scanned her eyes. "Are you injured? Where's the entry wounds?" His voice was overflowing with concern, as he patted her sides, checking for wounds.
She placed her gloved hand against his chest. "No, no. I'm alright, thank-thank you for just saving my life."
His features softened, and he let out a laugh. "All in the days work." He reloaded her C1 and handed it to her before pulling her to her feet.
Ash shouted at them, "After you two are done making a little Tina, can you help the rest of us actually fight?" A light smile emerged from her lips as the both of them turned a shade of pink, and she was sure it wasn't from the cold weather.
Valkyrie ducked, the bullets aiming for her head whizzing too close for comfort. She took the two second breather as a chance to reload from her cover behind a stack of pallets.
She lay on her stomach, peered to the right and caught her opponent off guard. His weaponed was aimed at where her head would appear if she peeked from the top of the wooden barrier.
She smirked, and took the shot. The body thumped against the floor. She let out a breath she'd been holding and peered again. Two more tangos. The only ammo she had left was already in her MPX.
They both lit up her cover, bullets ripping through the thin wood. One of them embedded her thigh, causing her to gasp in pain. They already know I'm here. Fuck it. She flicked her radio on and called out. "ENTER THE FUCKING ROO-" Rounds burst through her devastated cover just as she flew to her feet. Pushing past the pain with her abundance of adrenaline.
She lit up the 5'10 target in front of her, while his partner nicked her with another bullet, this one grazing her side.
She dropped the floor just as Ash shot the door open, several fragments of wood flying towards her. Alex and Tina entered, both of them hitting headshots on the last remaining terrorist.
Alex sidestepped past Tina and quickly jogged over to the blonde haired Navy Seal. His hands went to work, tearing a hole in her cargo pant leg, directly on the entry spot.
His fingers dug out his tweezers and a syringe. "This one is gonna sting like a bitch. Not gonna lie." She grimaced just as he pierced her vein with the needle-head, the strong painkiller entering her bloodstream.
Already, his fingers dilated her entry wound opened, allowing for minimal contact with the injured flesh. "Frosty, mind handing me my scalpel?" She nodded and reached into his bag, her nervous fingers rummaging through his medical supplies
Still, she handed him the silver tool, and his left hand reached in for the bullet.
The scalpel moved the bullet forwards, with a flow of blood rushing out from behind it. Valkyrie let out an strangled gasp, just as his tweezers jabbed out the metal fragment.
She gasped out, air returning into her lungs just as he patched over her injury with a roll of gauze. She looked at him, pain covering her war hardened features just as she kicked him in the chest with her good leg. Her snow covered boot connecting with his his right pocket, and shoulder.
He shifted backwards and rubbed his arm. "Yeah yeah. Told you it would hurt." Tina leaned over and offered him a hand. He nodded in appreciation, and took her offer.
Ash looked over at the trio. "Operation complete. Nicely done." She sat on the desk, Meghan taking a seat next to her, her fingers running over the exterior of her SMG. Eliza took a glance over at the yet-to-be couple, and saw them share an embrace as they exited the room, their bodies moving toward the Snowmobile Garage.
The boarded up door, smashed open as the three SWAT men entered. Thermite lowered his weapon in disappointment. "You guys didn't even save one of them for us?"
Tina and Alex stepped outside, her hand placed firmly in his grasp. He grinned at her, flashing his set of teeth, "They finally got to us, didn't they?" His right hands slung his rifle over his shoulder, a soft plumf emitting from it connecting with his jacket.
Tina nodded as they strolled to the van, "I think it was you flirting with death that broke the camel's back." Her tone shifted, her feet stopping as she turned to look at the taller of the two. "I-I really missed you during that downtime. Meghan and Eliza kept and eye on me to make sure I didn't do anything stupid but, I never felt more alone. I think, I mean-I know, that I can't lose you again."
His hazel eyes gazed down into her watery ones, his own threading to pool over his vision. "Of course, we're partners, remember?"
She smiled, and her hands snaked up the side of his coat. Her fingers hooked themselves around his collar and brought him to her face. Their foreheads touching, and their visible breaths flowing towards each other's. Her left hand held the side of his face. "No. We're more."
Alex cradled the back of her head as they kissed, Tina's hands holding each side of his face. Ash's laugh, Thermite's and Pulse's groan, Meghan's sigh, and Castle's cheer roared from in front of them.
Frost pulled away, her mixed bag of emotions rapidly changing. One thing was certain, the pink creeping up her neck, and Alex's low, "fuck."
Still, Tina's fingers intertwined with Alex's, and the both walked towards their impending humiliation.
Location REDACTED
FORWARD OPERATING BASE "Quebec"
1 Day After Previous Operation
"You should seem it man! It was like straight out of a movie type shit! I shoulda brought a camera because, like, it was by the books cliche!" Miles' proud voice boomed over their table, Buck's priceless jaw drop earning a smirk out of everyone at the table.
"This Tina? Like-" he pointed at his JTF2 operative who was snuggling up with the Marine. Miles nodded, and he opened his mouth, a torrent of words plummeting out. "Textbook man, textbook. I thought it wasn't even going to happen! I mean look at these two, they practically got 'virgin' painted on their foreheads!"
Alex snorted, coke shot out of his nose at breakneck speed, blasting his tray with carbonated sweet water. He coughed and got his back pounded by Tina's small fist.
Craig screeched out laughter, which Meghan couldn't help but join in on. Tina shook her head in mock disgust, and Jordan coughed to cover the slight chuckle escaping his lips.
Tina extended her hand. "Very funny, but I think a certain American owes us some cash." Miles grumbled, his frown overtaking his grin, and he reached into his back pocket and dropped the USD onto her palm.
She turned her head back to Alex and leaned in close, "This'll replace that lingerie set you tore off me last night." The immediate shock of the table was priceless, no operator didn't have their mouths gaping.
Tina laughed while Alex turned a vivid shade of crimson.. "I'm only kidding." She paused, and leaned backed into her embarrassed boyfriend's chest. "Partially."
God I couldn't help myself from making that joke, I'm sorry guys. But I really think this was a solid chapter despite me coming in and just tossing fluff everywhere. I do think it goes over the top, and I should turn it down. What do you guys think
Also, I'm a Frost main and still new to the game. I have no problems with the base mechanics and have a good idea of how strats should go. (Was a pretty solid Rifler/IGL for my CSGO Clan) and this isn't my first rodeo.
Buuuuutttt, this game is vastly different than CS. I usually will play close to site or be second anchor, is this a correct way to play FROST*? I certainly think so, but I'm open for any opinions.
Oh, and any idea chapters, feel free to drop em down below, but my main focus is going to be on building a catalog for you guys to keep getting so content. So if you have any ideas for oneshots as well, that'd be perfect. (Holding off on smut, because if you think the fighting scenes are a little rough, well. Let's leave it at that.)
Anyways, cya,
Pepoclap.