To Hell and Back

by Lioness075

Complete deviation from MA storyline and there are no canon characters involved. All OCs and the story goes like this...US government has adopted Itex's genetic experiments and now uses them to genetically modify their best soldiers in order to make them even better. Larassa is one of these soldiers and soon finds herself working alongside someone that she can't stand.

5. Chapter 5

Larassa frowned when the mystery soldier joined her in the tent. Great, he must be some kind of merc they called in.

Now that she thought about it though, her last mission hadn't been as discreet as they'd wanted it to be. Maybe they were assigning her a new partner.

At the thought of this, Larassa's eyes flashed golden again, but she quickly averted her gaze and practiced slow breathing to bring her heart rate back down. Once she was settled, Larassa blew out some more cigarette smoke and then stood up, walking over to look at some of the commander's medals while she waited, leaving her back to the mystery soldier.

The back of Larassa's uniform had two long slashes in it, diagonal along her back, between her shoulder blades and spine. She'd managed to keep her wings a secret for most of her career, as only her creators were fully aware of them. It was bad enough that Larassa was genetically and physically modified to resemble a wolf in person, she didn't need people seeing her as a bird as well. Plus, her wings were more fragile than she'd like to admit.

Thanks to her high rank, which wasn't really any proper rank to begin with, Larassa was able to get away with smoking almost anywhere she wanted to. Her rank put her above everyone in the military except for the general of the Army, so she had quite a bit of leniency in what she could or couldn't do.

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Tarkov immediately noticed the brief elevation in Larassa's breathing, followed by her standing up to look at the medals on display nearby. She's frustrated about something. Maybe she realizes they're about to glue me to her for an operation, or op.

Then Tarkov took notice of the slashes in the back of Larassa's uniform. His blue eyes flashed with interest, yet reverted back to his knife so as to avoid displaying said interest.

"You know, if we're both in here, that probably means you're the rogue operative I've been called in to operate alongside. That would also mean the rest of your support team is gearing up outside, wondering if you're as bratty as you made yourself look out there." Tarkov stopped briefly to observe his blade and let Larassa turn to face him, as she surely would.

"Just so you know, I don't care what powers or abilities you have. I care about your attitude. I operate with rules in the field. If you are willing to try to do the same, then we should be able to come out of this in one piece."