Battlefield 4 Recker Novels & Stories

GRAY On Monday morning, the recruits are bright eyed and bushy tailed, eager to resume their training. I cast my gaze downwards as they file onto the arena where Theo, Brock, Jax, and I are waiting. Reid had some pack business come up, so he’s back in Stillwater- his pack’s town- for the day.

“You sound like a bunch of girls, all pink on the inside. Mandla’s a busy man and this is the only time he’ll see you. Let me guess, Big John, you’re not a fan of crowds?” “Which operator is a fan, you fucker?” Anton laughed. He was enjoying this. Max would bet that the tough mother was a regular visitor to this part of town. Anton Vorster’s hardness resulted from the brutal life he’d lived as a South African Special Forces Soldier—also known as Recce—ruthless warriors who instilled fear in their enemies. For many years, Recce was ranked as the best trained unit worldwide. Now many of the Former SF men found themselves unemployed. Some turned to mercenary work. Max knew of Recce fighting the

Ricky scowled, "Jino won't put his hearing aid because of this. We are not fan of guns." "You were saying about Circle." Neal stated, suddenly remembering about their conversation and how it went to tattoos. "Oh yeah! So...we Rendells kind of works like pack." Ricky started, "Hunter is what we can call an Alpha where Kaiden is beta, second in command. And my brother is delta, third in command and we are the warriors." Ricky continued when he found Neal listening intently, "See that ponytail over there?" he pointed at a black haired guy, leaning against a van, his shoulder length beautiful hair tied behind.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

"The reactor heat is masking us! They're blind!" Ren acquired a new target through the smoke. A soldier kneeling, assembling a rocket launcher tube on his shoulder. He was aiming at the ship's hull, right where the fuel tanks used to be. Ren fired. CRACK. The soldier dropped, the rocket launcher falling into the mud. For a moment, it felt like they were winning. It felt like a raid they had run a thousand times. The Tank drew aggro, the Engineer controlled the field, the Sniper dealt damage. But then, the ground shook.

Jaxon shouted, his Varg teeth showing as the silver points of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid started to make a hissing sound against his burning fur trying to turn his flame into smoke. "Warning: variable showing non-standard heat " the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid said. Before the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid could use a power to stop Jaxons flame a silver flash cut through the air. Ryker jumped down from the ceiling like a hawk. His two short blades, heavy with weights did not hit the marble plates. Ryker drove them into the exposed silver joints of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids shoulder. The great weight of his shadow-anchors pulled the side of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid

Ryker shifted into Demon, and quickly dug a very deep hole, to burry them in, and covered it in leaves, so that it could not be detected, they sprayed a very strong skunk spay, to hide any smells, this smell would linger for weeks. Ryker stood up, his chest heaving with exertion, and nodded at Rain. "Let's get back to the Hummer," he whispered. "We've got a lot to discuss." As they made their way back to the Hummer, Ryker couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They had taken out Marcus, and several others, that was a major blow to the Shadow Fang Pack. But as they reached the Hummer, Ryker's phone buzzed with an incoming message. He looked at the screen, his heart sinking as he saw

Like part of him was somewhere else. “Snap out of it!” I shouted between strikes, taking down two rogues with one spinning slam. “Reina needs you. Fight, dammit!” But he didn’t answer. Reina’s gag snapped loose, and her voice, raspy and cracked, ripped through the fight. “Ryker!” She sobbed, voice splintering. “Please! Don’t let him win!” Something inside Ryker shattered. It hit like a switch flipping. Ryker erupted inpure fury, no hesitation. He took down two rogues like they were twigs, his claws soaked red within seconds.

“For the one who truly killed your sister.” The world seemed to still, but before I could speak again, he slipped back into the shadows and vanished. Leaving only silence and dread. --- Ryker’s P.O.V I stood in the war chamber, my eyes fixed on the map spread across the table. Torches flickered along the stone walls, illuminating the marked routes and false trails I had prepared. The bait had been set. Now, we waited. “Has she made contact?” Beta Caden asked. My golden eyes remained on the map. “If our timing is correct… yes.”

He had a sneer as he looked at Asher and said, "Asher, right? I'm Ryker, the leader of Abashidze Special Forces, I'll be challenging you now." Ryker immediately made his move upon saying that, attacking Asher without giving him a chance to react at all. However, Asher reacted very quickly, so he dodged Ryker's strike very easily. Both of them were skilled, so they just kept going back and forth in the fight. Then, it gradually became obvious to the crowd that Asher's strength could not keep up with his will anymore. That was because Jimmy deliberately exhausted Asher's stamina in the match earlier. After a long match with Ryker following that, Asher was simply struggling.