GeneralNormak

He knew she was good, he had spent almost a week looking over her file before he finally agreed to let her join. She would be a good asset to the team. He never asked her to follow him. But she did. He never asked her to shoot that man. But she had. He never asked her to join him. She just did. She let the gun drop slightly, making sure the gaurd was dead. One more shot to the head, you could never be too sure. Then she turned and holstered the gun. "Are you okay, Sir?" She asked, her hand out to help him to his feet. He nodded slowly. It had been an amazing shot. She had been running, then jumped off a balcony, falling as she shot. He n

If you were to ask, she would not say that she loved him. She couldn't. Soldiers don't use that word. She admired him. She was his right hand and he trusted her. That was what their relationship was. The first night they spoke, she knew she would come to love this man. He was only a year older then her. He had watched her spar with the best of the boys and, telling her he had been given command over his own unit, asked her to be his right hand woman. The unit was to be called Ocelot. "Funny name," She commented wryly, flipping through pages of a black book filled with her scrawled handwriting. "Why's that?" Ocelot asked, offering vodka. "