Gideon x MaleReader
Some Time Later…
You are now sitting in the back of a truck on its way to the location of an ambush, and aside from the roar of the truck’s engine, it is quiet. As the truck moves to its destination, memories flash through your mind. Memories of the attack on your home, being recruited into the KVA, as well as the brutal training you went through and of the many operations you and your unit have gone through. You shut your eyes and try to shut the images out of your mind, but you’re interrupted when one of your men, Alexei, grabs your shoulder. You shoot up and look at him before saying “What is it?” He apologizes for startling you before saying “We’re almost at the location. Some of the guys are asking for a reminder of what the objective is.” You lean in so your entire squad of 7 men can hear you, and you pull out a photo of a convoy of trucks, seemingly taken from a surveillance camera.
“Gentlemen. Here’s our objective. It’s a convoy of military trucks carrying multiple high-value weapons and supplies that we need to take. They are being escorted by several vehicles belonging to the Atlas Corporation. Our callsign for this mission, as with most, is Ares 1, and the other squads are Ares 2 and Ares 3. Ares 2 will attack lead trucks, Ares 3 will attack the rear of the convoy, and we will go right for the heart of the convoy. The convoy will run directly into a disabled Humvee that we set up, and that is when we’ll launch the attack. It should be a regular snatch-and-grab operation. Get in, eliminate all resistance, then get the hell out of there before reinforcements arrive. Any questions?” You look around and see none. “Good. You know your jobs, so let’s get ready.”
Your squad, all of whom are wearing heavy-duty combat body armor, readies their rifles and sidearms as you get to the drop-off point. You and your squad all jump out and check your gear, and give the thumbs up to each other upon seeing that you have your gear ready. Upon confirming this, you make the hike from the drop-off point to the ambush location along the main road. As you get to your assigned location, you grab your radio and speak into it. “Ares 1 to Ares 2 and 3. We are at Attack Point Bravo. All units report position.” You wait for a few seconds before you hear an accented voice respond “This is Ares 3. We are at Attack Point Charlie. Waiting for arrival of target.” Another voice responds “Ares 2 to Ares 1. We are at Attack Point Alpha. Waiting and ready.”
You look around before saying “Ares 1 copies all. Standby for arrival of target. Ares 1 out.” You then switch the frequency on your radio and say “Ares Actual to Hades. Ares 1 through 3 is at ambush point and is awaiting arrival. How copy?” You wait for a few seconds before hearing “Hades to Ares. Copy your last. Wait for the arrival and commence the attack at will. Hades out.” You respond “Ares Actual copies. Ares out.” before putting your radio back on your body armor. All three units ready their weapons and wait for the convoy’s arrival.
A few minutes later, you hear the purr of engines and you all look up. Right on schedule, you see the military convoy gunning it down the main road. You smile when you see the forward jeep’s tires squeal as it stops just before the downed truck. As you watch, you hear “What the hell’s that?” followed by “It’s a downed Humvee, genius! Move around it!” Before they can try anything, you radio “All units. Commence the attack.”
Before the soldiers can react, all 3 of the KVA units sprint from cover and open fire, taking the convoy by surprise. You feel like this will be an ordinary mission, and you’re somewhat bored, but you continue on. You rush toward the middle trucks, firing upon several soldiers and mercenaries as you run. You finally get to the specified trucks, and you all begin throwing open the storage areas of each truck. One by one, you see the many weapons and supplies and a big smile appears on your face. You grab your radio and say “Ares 1 to all units. Packages are secure. Send in the exfil units. Over.”
Rather than the usual response, you hear Prophet 1, the overwatch unit for the operation, answer you. “Ares 1, this is Prophet 1. Negative on your last. Prophet 2 has eyes on multiple Atlas QRFs approaching your position. Grab whatever you can and get out of there. Atlas forces will be on top of you inside of 3 minutes. Over.” The report is confirmed by the sound of many trucks getting closer and your heart sinks. Immediately, you grab your radio and yell “Ares 1 to all units! Multiple hostile QRFs inbound! Grab what you can and get the hell out of there!”
All of the KVA soldiers begin grabbing whatever they can and start running just as the Atlas forces arrive. Before you leave though, you grab the supply manifest from the lead truck, and sprinted off. As you run, you glance behind you and see that three Atlas mercenaries have spotted you and are now chasing you down to an urban area. Taking a couple glances back, you can identify one in a beanie with facial hair, one with long hair, and one with spiked hair. You also hear occasional commands to stop running, which you gladly ignore.
However, the further you get, you notice an error that you’ve made: the only place for you to go to make a stand is a house that’s up ahead. All other options involve you running blindly and hoping that you’ll find a safe haven. Deciding that you have no other choice, you sprint for the house.
As you get to the house, you kick in the door and sprint inside. You run up the stairs and toss down an EMP grenade as you run, just so they won’t be able to track you. You get to what you assume to be the master bedroom and quickly look around, knowing that your pursuers are closing in fast. Thinking fast, you enable a special piece of technology that is given to most members of the KVA Special Forces, a cloaking device. You then crouch down near the door and wait, with a pistol in hand. Soon after, you see one of the men, the one with spiked hair, rush in, and you attack. You fire several shots, several of which hit, before dropping your gun and charging him. He’s still surprised and he’s completely unprepared as you tackle him. He does his best to fight back despite the disadvantage but you grab him and pull the pin on an MMG grenade before putting it on him and throwing him away from you. He stumbles back up but he is soon sent back to the ground by the MMG’s blast, which sends electric shocks all through him.
You spot the guy with longer hair trying to attack you and you spin back around, delivering a kick to his midsection as you do so. He readies his fists while you grab your knife and charge at one another. You exchange blows, and it’s at a standstill, with him dodging your strikes except for the occasional lucky hit, and you absorbing his hits with your armor. Eventually, you get up close and he makes the mistake of loosening his grip on you for a split second. You counter this by throwing him into a nightstand and you go for a fatal stab with your knife. He tries to grab your arms to stop you and it becomes a deadly version of an arm wrestling match. Just as you think you’re about to win, you are sent flying by a massive kick from the third guy who you’d accidentally forgotten about over the course of the fight. You fly into a door leading to a balcony and are, of course, in quite a bit of pain, and you notice your pistol has landed a couple feet away from you. You reach over to grab it, but you’re interrupted when you feel someone forcefully turn you so that you’re laying on your back. You see the third guy smirk and say “Nice try.” before giving you a hard hit to the face, rendering you unconscious.
|The first ever collab I'd done with another writer, Crimson-Ward, and one of the longest series on my account. This was the most work I'd done on a series to this point (aside from the Halo/Star Wars Crossover Insert), and it's a series that I've had a blast writing. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I have. The prologue and all even-numbered chapters can be found on Crimson-Ward's profile.|
Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan or Call of Duty. Attack of Titan, its characters, and settings belong to their rightful owners. Call of Duty, its factions, characters, weapons, and locations belong to their rightful owners. I only own the story and any original characters featured within.
Author’s Note: This story is one that I have had in my head for a while but I never decided to post it until now. It is also somewhat edited to be a reader insert. Please keep in mind that this is my first official Insert so any criticism is appreciated. Enjoy the story!
Abbreviations: (M/N) – Male Name, (L/N) – Last Name, (H/C) – Hair Color, (E/C) – Eye Color
11/01/2018 Note: This story is still cancelled. However, as I am considering reviving this series and re-doing it, I felt it best to clean it up a bit. As such, the link to M/N's bio, as well as an overview of his unit, can be found at the following link: M/N and Team Spartan Overview . This will also be in the description. Thanks.
Location – Former Ultranationalist Bunker
Third Person POV
Spartan Team is currently investigating an abandoned base that used to belong to the Russian rebel group, the Ultranationalist Party. They were sent in because commanders lost contact with a squadron of both Loyalist Russians and American soldiers who were sent to investigate. Knowing that the Ultranationalists were established as a terrorist group and that American lives were lost, the US Government sent in a Delta Force team to investigate. That team was Team Spartan. They have just arrived at the derelict base, and have decided to establish a perimeter before entering.
“Perimeter’s set and we’re all clear here, sir. Shall we head in?” I said as I looked at my friend and commanding officer, Ryan, also known as “Thermal”. He looked at me and said “Let’s go. I gave the area a decent search with thermals and found nothing.” Then we slowly moved in, switching on our night vision as we did so. We looked around at the area just past the entrance and it looked sort of like we expected it to: a run-down looking military bunker. But something felt off about it… The atmosphere was practically screaming for me to leave, and I almost did, but I have a job to do.
As we moved further into the base, the radios on our shoulders suddenly let out an incredibly loud screeching noise. The noise was unbearable, and while I managed to turn mine off, Scot and Bruiser practically ripped theirs off and smashed them on the ground. Each time we tried turning ours back on, we were greeted by the same unbearable noise, causing me to say “Okay. I think it would be best for the mission if we don't use our radios in here...” and the others nodded in agreement.
We continued to move deeper into the bunker, and it became even creepier as we continued further. Then we reached a large room, containing some sort of device that looked almost like that teleporter in Half Life 2. We checked the area, and it seemed like the area had been abandoned and that whatever the machine was had been shut down automatically. “What the fuck is this thing?” I heard Trevor say. None of us had an answer to that question except some form of “I don’t know”.
After looking around some more, we managed to find the lights and we turned them on. Ryan looked around and said “This was the last known location of the strike team, but where’d they go?” We started looking for any hint that the team might have left the area, but found nothing. “Maybe the computers have something…” Scot said as we all looked through the windows at the computers that were in the adjacent room. We were about to check the control room and the surrounding area when we heard what sounded like sparks.
We looked back at the machine, and we heard a robotic voice say in Russian “Device online. Subjects detected. Beginning experiment.” As it said this, we saw something that I really didn’t think was possible. The machine was turning on, and we saw what looked like a grayish-white ball of energy forming in the center of the machine. Then we noticed that it was getting bigger… Seeing this, Ryan yelled “Out of the room! Now!” and we immediately started running for the door. Unfortunately, before we even had the chance to get out, there was an explosion and everything went black.
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1. I'm male and I'm bisexual.
2. I'm a musician, and I mainly specialize in Acoustic and Electric Guitar, but I do have some experience with the violin and piano.
3. I'm a gamer, and I usually play shooters, stealth games, or survival games.
4. I started my account in September of 2016, but didn't really post until January of 2017.
5. I mainly write fan-fictions or original stories with some other pieces of literature and photos occasionally posted in between.
6. I have depression, Asperger's, and minor self-esteem issues.
7. I may seem like I'm quiet and an asshole when you first meet me, but I'm a decent person.