Battlefield 4 Recker Novels & Stories

someone barked, voice cracking over the chaos. Flinco’s team stormed in—operators in multicam black, plate carriers heavy with frag grenades and flashbangs. Reaper led, MP5 barking suppressed bursts—thwip-thwip-thwip—two agents down, chests blooming red, bodies crumpling in the hall. Jeremy’s crew followed, heavier, meaner—M4s on full auto, spraying 5.56 like a storm. Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor.

It swung closed and relocked itself almost immediately. Down at the bottom, everyone re-checked their equipment and ensured everything was in working order. All of them were armed and armored and 100% ready to wreak havoc. The Ravens only had their basic C-ranked armor, however the other four wore their own specialized ones. Both T-Rex and Xylo wore A-ranked personal combat armor, while Locke and Fluke wore B-ranked civilian armor. With the exception of Freya, Azrael, and Raijin, everyone equipped B-ranked FTG “Skirmisher” Short-Range Battle Rifles. Each one had thick rectangular suppressors on their barrels to keep them nice and quiet.

The snow grew darker the farther we went, until we reached the center of the battlefield, a crater of scorched ice and blood. And there, lying half-buried beneath a fallen banner, was Ryker. Blaise dropped to his knees beside him, his hands trembling as he brushed snow from his face. Ryker’s chest still rose faintly, shallow but steady. His fur was soaked crimson, his claws dulled, but his eyes — his eyes opened when he felt Blaise’s touch. “Dad…” Blaise choked out. Ryker’s lips curved, weak but sure. “Took… you long enough.”

Ashton and Roman laughed, while Rhyker chuckled playfully, gripping my thigh tightly. Don't fucking remind me about last night! "The army is coming next week, that is great, you will see your girlfriend and your sister, baby." Rhyker said to us, Justin held his fist up in victory. "Great, I can see Kai and Akito." I said making Rhyker looked at me, I frowned and looked at him back. "I need to make a background check." He muttered quietly, but unfortunately for him. I heard it perfectly. "What?" I asked in disbelief.

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I don’t remember that women fought at the wars, but in the Citadel it’s longer than yours. Rust snorted. Ned was silent, letting everyone speak and taking advantage of the respite so as not to kill Kleskh, whose impudence caused a surge of fierce anger in his soul. A bench creaked in the shadow of the hearth. A healthy, like a block of granite, a mentor of warriors named Daren, stood up from his place. He was of great stature and could disperse the walkers with his very appearance - powerful, with a face like an ax cut down, with eyebrows ugly dissected in his youth and a completely bald head.

I remember him telling me he would send some ahead to meet us here. “Nice to see you again Reyes. Sorry I couldn’t arrive sooner. We had a bit of an issue getting here.” The Alpha King spoke as he passed through the gate, followed by the warriors. Among the warriors was Frank Houser, the one I had called the Bulldozer during training. The other one, I didn’t know, other than seeing him around during my training. I was happy to see Frank was here because it meant he had survived this far. “I hear you have been creating quite a ruckus around here.” Frank teased.

Torches burnt smokeless in brackets set at regular intervals along the wall, and smaller doorways led off the main cavern, disappearing into darkness. The noise echoed horrendously; the soldier’s marching steps, the creak of the wagons, the uneasy horses, and my less regimented army behind creating a din that made my ears ache. “This is a military installation,” Daerton leaned over my shoulder, his lips near my ear in order to be heard. “The true Reknoc is hidden within the mountains, but this, beneath, is a barracks, training ground, stronghold, and shortcut from one side of the range, to the other.”

"I repeat, base, this is unit four. What is Gideon's ETA?" "Unit four, base," a crackling voice replied. "Gideon is three minutes out. Hold your perimeter. Do not engage if you see movement." "Yeah, easy for you to say," Recker muttered, shining his tactical flashlight into the dense tree line. His hand shook slightly, making the bright beam bounce across the wet pine branches. "You are sitting in a warm security booth. We are out here waiting to get our heads chopped off." Clipping the radio back to his tactical vest, Pike let out a heavy breath. "Just keep your eyes open, Recker. Stop whining."

followed by the deep, rhythmic footprint of a man who thought he was safe in his own fortress. I reached for my Beretta out of habit, but the practical, asshole part of my brain reminded me that the recoil of a .45 would probably collapse my lung for good this time, so I shoved the gun back and pulled the combat blade from my belt instead. I stepped out of the shadows just as the guard turned the corner, and for a split second, the kid's eyes went wide as he realized the Reaper was currently standing in his basement looking like a ghost that had been chewed up by a lawnmower.