It was followed by frantic footsteps leaving the building and thuds as their bodies fell to the patio, likely from Glaz’s rounds. Pressing the button to activate his cluster charge before quickly moving to the next room to set off another one, he heard a loud scream from inside. He shot a thumbs up to where Glaz was positioned and watched as he flashed twice to confirm they were ready. He pulled one of his beloved Matryoshka’s from his belt and attached it to the buildings thin wooden panelling as he waited for the go ahead. They reached there with no concerns and Fuze was left alone against the back wall of the pool house as the other three continued on.
They moved along the fence line, crouched behind a hedge that ran from their agreed entry point to the pool area. The minute it did an EMP was thrown and moments later bolt cutters were taken to the disabled electric fence by Thatcher, their jaws making a quiet click before he moved to the next place.
They waited in tense silence for a motorcycle to start, signifying the guard swap and providing them a sound cover. In only a minute they began the walk to the compound, guns at the ready and in a formation.Īs they reached the border fence Glaz split off with a silent nod to the group, glancing at Shuhrat for a brief second before he turned. When they were all out, Ash went briefly back over the plan to reaffirm that they were all certain of their task. His patience certainly wasn’t his only positive attribute. He was normally a fairly wound up individual but even he found himself calming under the smooth strokes of a brush, and the quiet humming of Glaz over his shoulder.Īs the Russian beside him stood to climb out, he let his eyes wander to the plump ass of the man. He’d seen it in his art, even once lent his body to become a remarkable piece of work, an icy street of his friends home city- Vladivostok- highlighted by a beautifully lit morning sky. He’d seen him use it off the battlefield in the way he comforted people, always there to lend a shoulder despite his reserved demeanour. It was an attention to other small details, the way people felt or the colours of a flower. The man always displayed remarkable patience and had a keen eye he felt stupid pointing it out as it was an obviously important part of being a sniper, but he thought it was more than that. He would never admit it, but he had a small thing for Glaz. The truck came to a halt and Ash’s voice came through the little window to the front.įuze’s gaze dropped as he grabbed his assault rifle, eyes wandering to his fellow Spetsnaz.
They were going in preferably silent and fast, Thatcher and IQ paired with Ash to clear the main building while Fuze cluster charged the pool to both clear it and draw attention from his team inside the main house- giving them opportunity to neutralise most of the large OPFOR before their guns were even drawn.Īll going well, it should take about 7 minutes to clear the mansion and secure the data files SIX had sent them for. There were hills to the property’s side which offered Glaz an ideal line of sight to the main breaching zone, as well as a plethora of windows. The heavily armoured truck rattled as it traversed the old dirt road, shaking Fuze a little as he stared at the dull light above them.Īcross from him, Thatcher and IQ were quietly talking while studying a map of the building they were about to breach, two story in height with a very large yard and a pool house that would also have to be cleared. I wasn’t sure if you meant a bad spot like just gets hurt or as in mentally… I hope this is ok “Hi! I saw ur r6s oneshot book and i have a request? Some glaz x fuze maybe? Fuze is in a bad spot and gets hurt during an op and glaz is taking care of him during the mission and after the mission?”- anon
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