A/n: Just to add to the feels.

(Third Person POV):

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Tea party with the princess
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Flashback....

Outside of the royal palace in Great Britain were dozens of police cars and officers. The entire estate was surrounded by the authorities and media. Whatever was going on was a national crisis.

Reporter:"We're here live reporting about the terrible incident currently unfolding. A terrorist attack occurred on our very queen's estate, and now one important person is held captive. The princess' life rests in these radical's hands." A brunette reporter lady stated into the camera, but was quickly pushed away by guarding officers. They didn't need the media to create anymore panic than needed.

Meanwhile, under a tent were several heavily armored men. They held gas masks at their side, and the British flag was sewn onto the side of their arm's sleeves. They were the men sent to dissolve the situation.

???:"What do you mean we can't fookin go in?!" An older looking soldier yelled at the commander of the situation. The commander sighed in frustration and pointed towards the building.

Commander:"Sorry Mike, but these cunts are serious. We tried approaching with SWAT, and they killed six of our men. There's no way that they won't try anything if we send you guys in." The commander tried to explain the grim situation to the SAS captain at the scene.

Thatcher:"Well, we've got to do something! Or that lassie in there will get her brains blown out of her head!" He countered. The commander gave Thatcher a defeated look. Before the SAS operator could go off anymore, an armored truck suddenly pulled up next to the tent.

Thatcher:"Who the fuck is it now?" He hissed in annoyance. The trucks rear doors opened to reveal a person with (s/c) skin and was wearing similar gear to the other SAS troops. However, he was much shorter than all of them.

Thatcher:"Who the fuck are you?" He demanded angrily.

Commander:"That's backup." The commander suddenly interjected. Thatcher looked at the man in confusion, so the commander showed Thatcher the tablet with the new orders. This only pissed off the older British male.

Thatcher:"This is some sick joke. Why is this little cunt playing army right now?" He snapped. The shorter soldier then approached the two grown men and saluted.

Reaper:"Agent Reaper reporting in. Command sent me to diffuse the situation." He introduced himself with a young voice.

Immediately right after, Thatcher attempted to grab the boy, but Reaper countered his actions and pressed a knife against Thatcher's neck. This shocked everyone, while Thatcher's subordinates aimed their weapons at Reaper. However, Thatcher held up his hand for them to stand down.

Thatcher:"Not anyone can do that, much less a kid, who the fuck are you?" He questioned. Reaper remained silent at first, but then proceeded to repeat the same statement. This irked the British captain even more.

Thatcher:"Give me one reason to why I should send you in?" He demanded impatiently. Reaper glanced down at the estate's blueprints and stabbed his knife on one area. Thatcher and the commander looked at where Reaper had placed his knife.

Commander:"That might work..." He hummed in thought. Thatcher shook his head in disbelief.

Thatcher:"This is fooking great. First they send in a greenie that hasn't had his balls drop yet. Now he's cross dressing?

Timeskip brought to you by chibi (Y/n) cross dressing....

Reaper:"Target spotted." He whispered into the radio, as he hid another dead body inside a random closet.

Thatcher:"Kid, focus on getting the princess out. Not slitting every terrorist's throat!" The captain hissed. Reaper ignored the man's angry comments and executed another terrorist before approaching the door to where the princess was.

Reaper lightly creaked the door open to take a look inside. He saw five terrorists standing watch, while the princess was on the ground tied up and gagged. They were all armed with assault rifles, while Reaper only had a butter knife.

Reaper:"Five hostiles. All heavily armed." He reported.

Thatcher:"You should have at least brought a pistol." He stated in irritation. Reaper looked around for an opportunity and saw a tea cart. He quickly rolled the cart over to the room and knocked on the door.

Terrorist:"What the fuck was that?" He whispered and aimed at the door with his other companions. One of the other terrorists silently motioned for one to check the door. The closest one walked over and opened the door to see a (h/c) haired boy wearing a butler's outfit.

Terrorist:"Who the fuck are you?!" He snapped and jabbed the gun on Reaper's head. The boy just stared at the terrorist with a stoic expression.

Reaper:"I'm the butler to this estate. It's time for the princess' tea party." He replied nonchalantly. The terrorists looked at the boy with deadpanned expressions. They couldn't believe what was happening right in front of them.

Terrorist:"The f-how did they let Alfred j.r. through? Where is Dave?" The terrorist confronting Reaper questioned in confusion. Reaper then slipped out the butter knife he was hiding inside his sleeve and slashed the terrorist's throat.

Reaper:"He couldn't make it in time." The young soldier answered and then threw his knife at another terrorist caught off guard. The knife killed a second one before Reaper kicked the cart over.

The other terrorists recovered from their shock and began shooting. Reaper grabbed the rifle from the terrorist he killed and began returning fire. His bullets quickly eliminated two other hostiles, and Reaper stood up to face the last hostile.

Terrorist:"D-Drop the fucking gun, or I kill her!" The final terrorist threatened with his pistol pressed against the princess' head. The princess was crying and her screams were muffled. Reaper analyzed his situation before moving on.

Reaper:"Alright, just don't kill her." He gave into the terrorist's demands and began to lower the rifle. The terrorist watched the young boy's action carefully, until Reaper suddenly dropped the rifle.

Within a split second, Reaper revealed his other hidden butter knife and threw it. It impaled itself into the terrorist's wrist and knocked the gun away from the princess' head. While the terrorist screamed in pain, Reaper made a mad dash for the target.

Reaper quickly nabbed the young lady away, and kicked the terrorist in the gut. The terrorist stumbled backwards and hit a wall. Reaper grabbed the enemy's pistol and fired point blank. Blood splattered everywhere, and the dead body tumbled onto the fallen princess.

Reaper:"Hostiles neutralized. The target is secure." He announced and crouched down beside the princess. The princess kept screaming in terror, while Reaper removed the corpse and began freeing the young lady. He then finally removed the blindfold and gag.

Princess:"Eek! W-Who are you?!" She cried out in terror. The first thing she sees after being held captive was a young boy in a butler's outfit covered in blood. He helped the princess to her feet and spoke.

Reaper:"I'm your disgruntled butler. Now let's go." He stated bluntly. The princess stared in utter shock before her eyes rolled backward. Before she could fall to the ground, Reaper caught her body.

He sighed in annoyance before carrying her like a bride out of the once fortified estate. Now all that remains were bullet casings, dead bodies, blood, and a faint scent of tea.

Flashback end....

The sound of two cups clinking together filled the air along with laughter. The eldest operator in Rainbow sat with the most elite. The two were currently reminiscing the past.

Thatcher:"When we busted through those doors, I thought some demon had slaughtered every one of them." He chortled. (Y/n) shrugged and sipped his tea.

(Y/n):"That was a common way to describe me back then." He replied honestly. Thatcher nodded in agreement before taking another drink.

Thatcher:"Hey, let's finish up here and head to our meeting." He reminded the younger operator. (Y/n) nodded and stood up along with Thatcher.

The Rainbow operators walked down the hall and approached two large doors. There stood men in red coats and wore tall black helmets. (Y/n) and Thatcher saluted the men, and the doors were opened.

???:"Finally, the tea is getting cold." A feminine voice from inside the room stated in slight annoyance. (Y/n) and Thatcher entered the room and kneeled before the person.

Thatcher:"Sorry about that, your highness. Security was a hassle." He apologized to the young woman sitting before him. She waved it off.

Princess:"It's fine. How have you been, Reaper?" She questioned curiously. (Y/n) and Thatcher stood up to face the princess.

(Y/n):"Good, your highness. And please call me (Y/n)." He requested. The princess nodded and beckoned the two men to sit down.

Princess:"Alright then, (Y/n). Let's catch up over tea. We can start with the therapy bills that you owe me." She joked. Thatcher laughed, while (Y/n) smiled in embarrassment.

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Prank king
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It was a starry night at Team Rainbow's base. Very few lights were on, and most personnel were asleep. However, there were two particular operators that were up to no good in the middle of the night.

(Y/n):".........." The male silently muttered in annoyance. The person beside him raised his finger to where his lips are and silently hushed his partner in crime.

Mute:"..........." He silently scolded the (h/c) male. (Y/n) silently grumbled tiredly and continued to follow Mute.

The two operators silently snuck around the base in their masks, helmets, and pajamas. That's it. Most would laugh at their attire for the current situation, but it was all planned out.

(Y/n):"..........." He stated silently in irritation. The male had been pulled away from his cardio night with his girlfriends. Mute gave him a sympathetic look before stopping on his tracks.

Mute:"........." He notified his partner and pointed down the hall. (Y/n) peeked over to see Blackbeard and Rook currently stuffing their faces with the bases' cafeteria food.

(Y/n):"..........." (Y/n) gave Mute a look to show that he already knew about this. Mute then smirked behind his mask and slipped out something from his pocket. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock.

(Y/n):"!!!!!!" He silently exclaimed in a mix if disbelief and amusement. Mute was holding a glass tube filled with laxatives. He planned on spiking the food, while the two gluttons of Rainbow weren't looking.

Mute:"........." Mute then silently told (Y/n) his instructions and reasons to doing this. (Y/n) nodded in agreement. Their precious food would all be eaten if this wasn't stopped.

(Y/n) then climbed onto the ceiling and silently made his way into the mess hall. The two operators that were currently eating, didn't even notice (Y/n) was there. At the right moment, (Y/n) set a Mute jammer by several electronics.

Blackbeard:"What the-" The American was cut off by the appliances nearby going haywire. The refrigerator doors began swinging open and closing on their own. Lights turned on and off. The ice cream machine kept pouring out ice cream.

Rook and Blackbeard began to panic, while Mute snuck towards their late night meals and spiked their food. Mute then went into hiding, and (Y/n) removed the jammer before leaving as well.

Rook:"What happened?" He whispered to his fat friend. Blackbeard shrugged and took another scoop of ice cream.

Blackbeard:"I don't know. Let's just eat in the bathrooms before anyone finds us." He suggested, and Rook nodded in agreement. The two operators left, and the pranksters reappeared.

Mute:"........." He smirked deviously while juggling a roll of toilet paper. (Y/n) stood to his side with the base's supply of toilet paper they had taken away from all the public bathrooms.

Afterwards, the two moved onto their next targets. They set more Mute jammers around Dokkaebi's room. Sounds of static filled their air, along with Korean cuss words.

(Y/n)/Mute:"............." The two snickered in unison and left, as Dokkaebi's door opened to reveal a pissed Korean woman with her SMG.

Many other victims fell to the two pranksters.

Lion wondered why his drone wasn't detecting anyone during testing.

Hibana cried when her fidget spinners stopped working.

Jackal accidentally had an epileptic episode because he left his visor on.

Twitch was constantly waking up Echo about her drone getting jammed.

Overall, it was a technological nightmare for Rainbow base.

Finally, their last target was in sight. He was the loud American that always wanted to create "a big fucking hole" and compromised almost every training simulation. Now (Y/n) and Mute approached their final target.

Mute:".........." Hey paid respects to all of the failed simulation teammates. (Y/n) did the same, and they set their jammers. However, what happened next wasn't what they expected.

Thatcher:"Playtime's over you fookin wankers." The oldest operator's voice boomed behind the two. Mute and (Y/n) slowly turned around to see a sleep deprived Thatcher. He had a EMP charge in each hand, and a six inch blade in his mouth.

(Y/n)/Mute:"Fuck."

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A man of culture
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Capitao:"You see, (Y/n). Women only like men who have class." The one eyed man administered wisdom to the young operator.

(Y/n):"But I already have two-"

Capitao:"Nonsense. They'll leave you in an instant the moment you act below their standards. That's why I'm here to help you young men." He interrupted.

(Y/n):'But I'm the only one here.' He thought silently and followed the Brazilian man.

Captiao led (Y/n) to a secluded shop. The (s/c) operator stopped and looked up at the door sign. This was a place that sold cigars and suits.

(Y/n):"Why are we here?" He questioned curiously. Capitao let out a short scoff and smirked.

Capitao:"This is where men become gentlemen." He answered and opened the door. (Y/n) peered inside to see a bunch of old men all wearing eye patches and smoking cigars.

(Y/n):"This looks more like a pirates convention to me." He remarked, and Capitao shoved the male inside.

Captiao:"Ha! Ha! You're really funny, (Y/n). What did I tell you all?" He questioned to the men inside the store. They all laughed and cheered in agreement. (Y/n) stood in the midst with a nervous expression.

(Y/n):"Could you please explain exactly what I'm going to do?" He essentially begged. Suddenly, he was pushed and shoved around to various areas of the store, while Capitao kept smoking.

Capitao:"Just let it happen. You'll see what I'm talking about." He replied vaguely.

After several minutes, (Y/n) arrived back to where he once stood. He began coughing roughly and opened his eyes. However, he could only see out of one. Plus there was smoke coming from his mouth.

(Y/n):"Huh?" He questioned still in shock with a cigar dangling from his mouth. Gone were his athletic clothes, now there was a retro suit to replace. If anyone outside were to describe the male, he looked like a pirate that was slapped with the 90's time period.

Capitao:"Hmm...I see you're a man of culture." He nodded in approval and gestured to the cigar (Y/n) had. (Y/n) removed the cigar and looked to see that it was Cuban. Then he shook his head frantically and looked at the Brazilian man sternly.

(Y/n):"Now tell me. What's all this? Who are these people?" He demanded. Capitao sighed and flicked away the ashes on his smoke.

Capitao:"I wanted to dress you up for an event happening in an hour." He answered calmly. (Y/n)'s eyebrow raised in curiosity.

(Y/n):"Really? What event?" He questioned. Capitao looked at (Y/n) before turning his head towards the front door.

Capitao:"You can come in now." He hollered, and the door opened. (Y/n) looked to see who was coming in. It was a little girl with tan skin, short black hair, and sparkling brown eyes.

Capitao:"I would like for you to meet my granddaughter, Maria. She's turning nine today." He introduced. (Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise. The Brazilian man then approached the (h/c) haired male and place his hands on both of his shoulders.

Capitao:"Thank you for saving me that day. Otherwise I would have never had this opportunity." He thanked earnestly before turning to the other men in the room.

Capitao:"In fact, everyone here are those you've rescued that day." He revealed. (Y/n) was in shock and glanced around. He was met with warm smiles and tears from gratefulness.

Maria:"Thank you for saving my grandfather." She approached the once silent soldier and curtseyed. (Y/n) smiled in return and nodded.

(Y/n):"No problem, and happy birthday."

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¡¡¡¡Gooooooooaaaaaaaaaallllllllll-lol-lol-lol-lol!!!!
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Flashback....

Mira:"It's okay, we'll make it out of here." The Spanish woman consoled the trapped victims.

There was currently a crisis going on in Spain's fateful day. It was the day that the football superstars, Messi and Ronaldo, would face off in a charity event. However, things took a turn for the worse, when radical anarchists attacked the football stadium.

Police Officer:"We won't last for along at this rate." A officer that was at the scene of the attack reported. Mira remained silent at the grim situation.

The two operators, twenty children, and five football stars were holed up in a room. Fending for their lives. Most of the SWAT that were sent in have been killed. Backup was going to take several more hours to arrive, but the operators didn't have that much time.

Mira:"There should be a back exit through the ventilation system. However, we'll never make it through with that many hostiles." She suggested a plan, but also indicated the risks. Suddenly, someone tapped on her arm, and she looked to see that it was both of the superstars.

Lionel/Christiano:"Is there anything I can do to help?" The football players offered. They overheard Mira's plan, and thought they could play a role. However, no matter how fast you were, you can't outrun bullets.

Mira:"No. I cannot have a civilian endanger themselves. There has to be another way....." She trailed off in the end. Suddenly, gunfire erupted onto their position. Everyone ducked into cover, while the children began screaming.

Mira muttered curse words before jumping out of cover and opening fire. She managed to kill several hostiles, but then took several gun shots to the chest and arms. The Spanish woman fell to the ground screaming in pain.

Mira:"Damn. It can't end like this!" She muttered through gritted teeth, as she watched the police officer with her get gunned down. The anarchists then began to approach the wounded operator and survivors of the attack.

Anarchist:"Now you will die for the country that doesn't protect its people." The anarchist declared, as he pointed a pistol at Mira. She began to accept her fate, but noticed some of the adults planning to make a move.

Mira:'No. Don't!' She silently pleaded. Their actions would only get them killed. Before the football players could make a move, or the anarchist could pull the trigger, a single gunshot went off.

Anarchist:"What was that-" He was cut off by his head exploding in red liquid and guts. Mira looked away to shield herself from the gore. She then looked back to see several other attackers get shot down by an unknown shooter.

Eventually, the other attackers began shooting at random. However, none of their bullets ever hit. Not that they know of.

Anarchist:"Are they dead?" One of them questioned while looking around. Right then and there, the lights completely shut off. Screams of panic filled the air, and the anarchists continued to fire blindly.

Mira:"Madre de dios." She muttered and crawled into cover. Finally, the shooting stopped, but not after screams of pain filled the air.

Anarchist:"El diablo! El diablo!" One of them cried out before their voice went silent. The lights turned back on, and Mira cautiously peered out.

Standing down the hallway was a short figure covered in red. He wore an advanced helmet and some sort of exoskeleton. His glanced over his shoulder to show a faint green glow from his visor.

Reaper:"This is Reaper. Mission accomplished." He reported before the lights flickered, and he disappeared.

Flashback end....

(Y/n):"It's very crowded today!" He yelled over the sound of the hyped crowd. It was the anniversary of the event that happen several years ago.

Mira:"Of course, but this is where the best seats are." She reasoned. (Y/n) sat down beside the woman with a confused look.

(Y/n):"Didn't we get box seat tickets?" He questioned. Mira nodded and then looked down at the field.

Mira:"Yes, but they don't compare to this. Watch." She pointed downfield. Suddenly, one of the teams scored a goal, and everyone jumped to their feet in celebration. Mira joining in with the crowds actions.

Mira:"Gooooooaaaaaaaalllll!" She cheered along with the caster for the game. (Y/n) stared in bewilderment before smiling.

(Y/n):"Yeah. I can see why." He said quietly and tucked two tickets away into his back pocket. They were given personally by the two football stars he rescued.

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A/n: Well there it is. Now you all know who perished during the attack. The next chapter will come soon. In the meantime, check out these memes and the preview to my new book.

Credit to those that created these. I read and laugh at them all day. :D

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(Third Person POV):

???"You wanna know something? All my life, I've been fascinated by terrorism. The concept just intrigues me." A person hidden in the dark ranted to another person sitting in the chair. The person sitting in the chair was gagged, bloodied, and beaten to a pulp.

???:"Using fear to push your beliefs onto another. Now that's just messed up, but very effective." The person stepped out of the shadows, but their face was hidden by a mask. He began pacing around the person held captive, which caused the captive to stir from unconsciousness.

???:"People like you use this tactic all the time. However, has it been used against you? Of course not! Most people you attack have 'morals' of some sort. Heh. Luckily, I'm not bound by such things." The male continued to speak, while removing the bindings on the injured prisoner. He then carried the captive and set him into a car.

???:"I have orders to stop people like you because you decided to play hero to your cult. However, there were no specifications to how I would carry them out." He stated calmly, as he zip-tied the prisoner's wrists to the steering wheel. This finally woke up the restrained man, and he began screaming in panic.

???:"Now. Let's see how you guys like the taste of your own medicine. I hear there are a lot of speed bumps today." He said nonchalantly and pointed in front of the car. There was a building housing terrorists. And their families.

???:"NO! NO! Please! My wife and child are in there!" The captive terrorist pleaded desperately, but the man who had captured him only scoffed. He then leaned down at the driver side window and spoke.

???:"Tell that to the schoolgirls you bombed two days ago." He whispered, and the car suddenly accelerated forward. In the male's hand was a modified remote controller.

He then began steering the car around and drove the vehicle towards the building he pointed to. Before the car could arrive, several men popped out from the building and began shooting at the car.

???:"Looks like they decided to come out and play!" He cried out in a deranged tone and continued to accelerate. At this point, the driver without controls, was shot to death, but the objective wasn't that.

???:"Bye. Bye." He pressed a button on the controller, as the car crashed into the building. In mere seconds, the vehicle exploded and leveled the building. Killing all occupants in the vicinity.

???:"Hahahahahahaha! Suck it terrorists! Terrorism tastes good, doesn't it?!" He yelled manically.

???:"Comrade...." A faint voice called out. The lone male stopped laughing and looked around in confusion.

???:"Huh?" He uttered in confusion.

???:"Comrade.....vodka...." The voice spoke again. This time, everything went white, and the masked man was blinded. However, things suddenly turned back and returned to normal. That is, he was met with a waterfall of vodka to his face.

???:"Ack! Shurat! Blyad!" He cursed and choked on the spilt alcohol. He then opened his eyes to see his comrade standing there with a bottle of vodka in his hands.

Fuze:"What? You need to wake up, comrade. Time to work again." He notified his teammate and left the room. The drenched male nodded and dropped his feet to the ground, while sitting on his bed.

???:"Yeah....work....." He muttered tiredly and sighed before standing up. The male reached over to grab his jacket to reveal multiple scars from battle on his (s/c) skin. He then slipped on his balaclava and helmet before fitting the final piece. His shades.

???:"Time to show the world my toys again." He stated with a fully awake tone. The male grabbed the remote controller from the dream and a red RC truck. However, there was a nasty surprise hidden inside the deceiving contraption. Ten pounds of C4. The soldier exited his room and headed to where his comrade was.

Fuze:"Operator Fuze reporting in." He notified. Another person walked past him from the front with a clipboard. She looked around in displeasure.

???:"Where is he?" The redhead operator with shades questioned. Fuze shrugged.

Fuze:"I don't know comrade. I dumped vodka on him, so he should be awake." He replied calmly. The redheaded woman sighed tiredly and shook her head.

Ash:"It's Ash, and how is that waling someone up? Shouldn't you use water?" She questioned skeptically. Suddenly, the man she was looking for showed up.

???:"You clearly don't know Russians." He joked with a smirk behind his mask. Ash rolled her eyes and looked down at the clipboard.

Ash:"Get on with it." She muttered to move on with the formalities. The male set down his RC car, which everyone around looked at curiously. They was confused to why he brought a toy car along.

RC:"Operator RC reporting in. PS: I don't take hostages."

A/n: So let me know what you think. Plus comment who should (Y/n) be paired up with. No harem this time.