Mission: Identify and eliminate threat known as 'Captain America'
The Soldier repeats this in his head like a mantra, ducking and weaving through the heavily guarded SHIELD base easily. His boots don't make any sound on the highly polished marble, and when he snaps the neck of an unsuspecting guard, the man barely makes any sound.
Target uses a shield for both defense and offense, use extreme caution.
Taking the guard's pass, the Soldier swipes it through the reader and and moves quickly down the hall. From the map his handlers had given him during the debriefing, he knows that the target's room is located down this hall.
The Soldier stops in front of the door he knows to be his target's; quietly, he takes out a short knife, one that will be easy to shove into the target's throat before ducking into the shadows. He swipes the card through the reader, the light blinking from red to green in a second; narrowing his eyes, the Soldier has a vague thought of this has been far too easy... before his mind goes blank again.
The door slides open soundlessly, and the barely audible blips of a heart monitor reaches the Soldier's ears. His brows furrow, and he holds his short knife up in defense when he steps over the thresh-hold.
There is the smell of antiseptic and blood in the air which causes the Soldier to wrinkle his nose behind the mask. His skin prickles with the remembered sensation of the Freeze, and he has to pause for a moment to compose himself. The sound of the heart monitor becomes louder as he nears the bed, boots leaving soft impressions in the overly plush carpet.
Target 'Captain America' identified.
There is a man on the bed, wrapped loosely in crisp white sheets and head cushioned on fluffy pillows. The Soldier hovers over him, mouth pulling down at the corners behind the mask; his target is hooked up to various vital sign readers, and there's heavy bruising on his face. His eyes are shut, lids and long lashes hiding his eyes from sight (and something about that causes a gnawing feeling in the pit of the Soldier's stomach; it's uncomfortable, so he shoves it away).
Eliminate target 'Captain America'.
The Soldier holds the short knife over his target's throat, eyes trained on that spot and not on the man's plush mouth (That he wants to kiss, not caring if they'll possibly get caught by one of the Sisters; the bruising on his knuckles throbs, but all he can think about is Steve's grinning lips and the fireworks reflecting off his blue eyes--). The Soldier shakes his head, gritting his teeth as a sharp pain shoots through his temples.
Eliminate target 'Captain America'.
He has to do this in order for the mission to be successful. If he doesn't do this, his handlers will grant someone else the pleasure of feeling this beautiful man's blood on their hands. His fingers tighten around the knife, but both arms, flesh and metal, don't move an inch. Steve.
Who is Steve?
The Soldier stares down at his target, confusion swirling around in his head and the vague sense of familiarity tugging at the corner of his mind. "...are you...Steve?" His voice is muffled from the mask, and breaks into a whisper. He swallows once, twice before sliding the knife back into his belt.
I Knew Him [Fill 1/3]
The Soldier repeats this in his head like a mantra, ducking and weaving through the heavily guarded SHIELD base easily. His boots don't make any sound on the highly polished marble, and when he snaps the neck of an unsuspecting guard, the man barely makes any sound.
Target uses a shield for both defense and offense, use extreme caution.
Taking the guard's pass, the Soldier swipes it through the reader and and moves quickly down the hall. From the map his handlers had given him during the debriefing, he knows that the target's room is located down this hall.
The Soldier stops in front of the door he knows to be his target's; quietly, he takes out a short knife, one that will be easy to shove into the target's throat before ducking into the shadows. He swipes the card through the reader, the light blinking from red to green in a second; narrowing his eyes, the Soldier has a vague thought of this has been far too easy... before his mind goes blank again.
The door slides open soundlessly, and the barely audible blips of a heart monitor reaches the Soldier's ears. His brows furrow, and he holds his short knife up in defense when he steps over the thresh-hold.
There is the smell of antiseptic and blood in the air which causes the Soldier to wrinkle his nose behind the mask. His skin prickles with the remembered sensation of the Freeze, and he has to pause for a moment to compose himself. The sound of the heart monitor becomes louder as he nears the bed, boots leaving soft impressions in the overly plush carpet.
Target 'Captain America' identified.
There is a man on the bed, wrapped loosely in crisp white sheets and head cushioned on fluffy pillows. The Soldier hovers over him, mouth pulling down at the corners behind the mask; his target is hooked up to various vital sign readers, and there's heavy bruising on his face. His eyes are shut, lids and long lashes hiding his eyes from sight (and something about that causes a gnawing feeling in the pit of the Soldier's stomach; it's uncomfortable, so he shoves it away).
Eliminate target 'Captain America'.
The Soldier holds the short knife over his target's throat, eyes trained on that spot and not on the man's plush mouth (That he wants to kiss, not caring if they'll possibly get caught by one of the Sisters; the bruising on his knuckles throbs, but all he can think about is Steve's grinning lips and the fireworks reflecting off his blue eyes--). The Soldier shakes his head, gritting his teeth as a sharp pain shoots through his temples.
Eliminate target 'Captain America'.
He has to do this in order for the mission to be successful. If he doesn't do this, his handlers will grant someone else the pleasure of feeling this beautiful man's blood on their hands. His fingers tighten around the knife, but both arms, flesh and metal, don't move an inch. Steve.
Who is Steve?
The Soldier stares down at his target, confusion swirling around in his head and the vague sense of familiarity tugging at the corner of his mind. "...are you...Steve?" His voice is muffled from the mask, and breaks into a whisper. He swallows once, twice before sliding the knife back into his belt.
Protect Steve. Take Steve.