When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield

Scott Evans was a gentle, likable character rather than a traitor.

He was a white man in his mid-30s, of average height, with a stocky body, neatly trimmed hair, a clean-shaven chin, and even the appearance of wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He was also a veteran who went through the US Marine Corps and entered Delta Force, a tier 1 special forces unit, and served with Jake. That’s why I was the deputy team leader, and of course, the trust I received from the team was high and the evaluation was good.

I couldn’t call myself a traitor here.

‘What should I do with a bastard who betrays me like a glasses man… … .’

I wanted to give you a shot right here, but that was not the case.

It was not easy to find and obtain evidence with my own hands right away.

More than anything, it was difficult to give trust even if people talked about being a traitor here. Even from Jake’s point of view, it was obvious that he would trust Scott, who had been entrusting his back for over a year, more than me, a newcomer.

Of course, over time, Jake would start to suspect Scott, but that was very much later.

To be precise, after Luke and another team member were killed or injured.

Of course, I had no intention of waiting until then. He had to either kill Scott or arrest him before it happened.

‘I’m worried about this, what should I do… … .’

Meanwhile, Scott arrived in front of me with Jake.

“lee! Did you hear from the team leader that you hit the runaway driver with a rifle? Well done, you did a great job.”

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Looking at that pretentious appearance, I was beyond disgusted and even amazed.

‘I would have sold the information and then looked around… Are you so calm? It’s a great bastard, this.’

While it’s quite common for informants and even traitors to be caught in ambushes and killed on the floor, it was clearly different from experiencing it firsthand. There was no harm, either physically or mentally.

Moreover, a colleague who had been together for more than a year, Luke, died.

When I didn’t say anything, Jake nodded to our CHARLIE team’s container.

“Was it the way to the container?”

“yes.”

“Come with me, I have a radio message.”

“All right.”

“How about your shoulders?”

“it’s okay.”

“There will be no problems with the mission, right?”

“yes.”

Around the time Jake and I were having short military-like conversations, I arrived at the container and turned the doorknob.

rattle.

The door opened to reveal two faces as familiar as Jake’s.

Jose Perez and Marcus Washington.

Among them, José, who is from South America with a likable face, spoke to me first.

“You just arrived. Lee, how are your shoulders? are you okay?”

José added while looking at the shoulder of the T-shirt that was cut like a rag with gauze attached.

“That would be a good medal. Because we captured all 5 pickup trucks and 21 rebels. Ah, of course, I’m not saying that the team leader only watched. Of course, the team leader must have shown great performance.”

Jose said, looking at Jake, who was next to me. He smiled at the end of his words, but he didn’t look that bright.

The reason seemed obvious.

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Luke’s death.

that will have an impact

To me, it’s just one character, but Luke in this one has been a colleague with whom I’ve shared joys and sorrows for over a year.

Just looking at Marcus, who had been pecking at Jose like a black rapper, was obvious.

Then, a voice stabbed me.

“Lee, let me ask you one thing.”

It was Marcus.

He brushed his black hair once and asked slowly.

“… How did Luke go? What did you say?”

At the same time, all eyes from Jake, Scott, and Jose were on me. As if waiting for an answer.

I felt strange.

It wasn’t like watching this scene on the monitor while playing the game.

It was because the atmosphere inside this container was clearly felt. It seemed that heavy and bitter emotions were mixed not only in their eyes, but also in their exhaled breath.

‘I feel like I’m down too.’

Of course, even when playing the game, there were emotions in the lines of the voice actors, but not to this extent.

By the time you realize that this plan is real again.

I answered not too late.

“I told you to pick up a firearm and return fire.”

As if Marcus was holding back tears at my words, he wiped his black shaved head and dried his face again, and even Jose, who was about to say something, just smiled bitterly.

At the same time, Jake’s mouth opened.

“He was like a damn ranger even right before he died.”

After a moment of silence, José, the most talkative of all, opened his mouth.

“It’s f*cking cool. Didn’t the last words you said right before you die were to respond?”

“What is cool? I died in the end, damn it.”

“It would be cool if you stopped, wasn’t that the guy who always wanted to die in a noble way?”

While Marcus retorts, Jose responds again.

Jake intervened between the two.

“stop. Did you bring up Luke for this?”

“… no.”

Marcus hesitated in reply.

This is because he, too, was a direct successor to Jake as a character who had passed through the 75th Ranger Regiment, Special Force, and Delta Force.

Soon Jake’s voice followed.

“VIP security has been suspended, and you will soon have a chance to avenge Luke, so keep your anger under control until then.”

“Revenge? When was that?”

“Since the news has reached the homeland, they will make an appropriate request. Because eliminating terrorists is what the country and the media want more than we do. And since the company is also interrogating detained prisoners, useful information should come out soon. We will be able to mobilize in a few days at the earliest.”

“Okay, boss.”

While Marcus, who heard the answer, narrowed his eyes as if burning his will, Scott added his words.

“Oh, didn’t I say that you can recruit team members? Is that true?”

“Yes, Luke’s vacancy will be filled soon, he says he’s leaving right away, so he’ll be back in a few days.”

Jose, who had been listening to those words, reacted.

“… You’re so f*cking fast for some reason, who are you? Are you from Delta? Or a seal?”

In response, Marcus watched as if he was listening.

Jake shook his head.

“I’ll be back soon, so I guess I’d better see it for myself.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Scott asked again, but Jake didn’t answer. Instead, he only said to take care of his guns and rest.

I knew very well why.

It was because the new team member was not a mercenary from the special forces.

‘Rachel.’

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Like Jake, one of the main characters in Lareple.

Her name was Rachel Post, and she was a white woman in her early 30s from an elite background who worked for the National Security Agency and the CIA.

These are words that do not benefit from being explained in advance.

It was because both gender and origin were things that mercenaries from special forces would be reluctant to do.

There were frequent prejudices and conflicts. In particular, the history of going through the National Security Agency and the CIA was not liked by anyone, whether it was a soldier or a mercenary.

I also felt it when I served in the 1st Airborne Special Forces Brigade. The NIS, the fact that most of the guys who came in suits saying they were affiliated were unlucky and very noble.

In that respect, Rachel’s appearance was not good in many ways.

I couldn’t have come.

It wasn’t because there were no mercenaries to deploy. There were other reasons.

‘Because G&G isn’t just a PMC.’

PMC, part of the so-called mercenary group G&G Corp, and several teams were an unofficial military organization of the US State Department.

Simply put, one of the secret outsourcing agencies of the US government.

Among them, Jake, who leads Charlie’s team, was one of those secret agents.

Naturally, most of Charlie’s duties were country affairs, handed down to Jake through the State Department.

Of course, few people knew this.

I knew this from playing the game, but only Jake knew on the team. Even Scott, the deputy team leader, didn’t know.

Scott was committing a betrayal, but he didn’t know what to do. He is just a scumbag who wants to retire quickly after selling information at a high price.

Meanwhile, Rachel was coming.

To be precise, the State Department sent Rachel on purpose.

To detect internal information leaks and to determine where and how they are leaking.

It was a kind of surveillance role.

Then something crossed my mind.

A simple way to deal with Scott without directly looking for evidence, without shooting him dead.

‘Can I just mess with Rachel?’

The soon-to-be-appearing Rachel was a character with more abilities and a sense of justice than Jake.

I was not placed on this team for nothing.

And that Rachel was one of the characters I knew best after playing dozens of times.

* * *

It was two days later that Rachel arrived at Al Jamash Airport.

A backpacker wearing skinny jeans and a windbreaker and carrying a mountain backpack.

Shaking off the clingy touts, she climbed into the car of the driver she was going to make a rendezvous with.

“Welcome to Al Jamash. Shall we go straight to the house?”

“Okay, what about guns?”

“Oh, if you look under the passenger seat… … .”

Before the explanation could be continued, Rachel immediately bent down and groped under the passenger seat, and quickly took out a bundle wrapped in paper.

One Glock 17 and two full magazines.

Rachel skillfully pulled the slide of the Glock 17 to check the chamber, and after operating the trigger and slide stop, she combined the bullet holster.

clap.

Rachel asked toward the driver’s seat as she quickly put a loaded Glock 17 and a bullet magazine into her bosom.

“How is the local situation?”

“It’s always the same here. Poor, dangerous.”

“Is there any news about the rebels?”

“The word about the fight with the US mercenary the other day is spreading.”

“Keep talking.”

“But I don’t think there is any mention of achievements or casualties. Attacked US mercenaries, that’s all. They usually brag about whether they took them prisoner or killed them… If you see that there is not much to say, it means that it failed in the end.”

“Is there anything else that you would consider unusual?”

“It’s nothing special, but it seems that Soviet-made weapons have increased a bit on the black market these days.”

“I know, you mean AK? How about other weapons?”

“hmm… Anything else… … .”

Rachel asked the question several times after that. This was because the stories of the locals living there were just as important as the information received from the US government.

Even if it was only a small difference, it could not be overlooked. Because it is a place where lives come and go.

A situation where there might even be a traitor inside.

I had to know a little bit more.

After a few questions and answers, the Mitsubishi car stopped in front of the hotel that will be used as a lodging.

“Im here.”

“great job.”

After meeting with the local helper, Rachel got out of the car and naturally grasped her surroundings.

The buildings and terrain that had been identified through satellite photos became real and were captured by her naked eyes.

At the same time, after grasping the approximate entrance and exit of the hotel and windows, etc.

It was about the time I entered the hotel lobby after checking the doorman and the people coming and going.

As soon as she passed through the revolving door, Rachel’s steps immediately stopped.

The people I was supposed to meet had arrived.

Team Al Jamash Charlie from G&G Corp. Jake and team member Tae Kang.

Rachel, who had moved toward it, said hello.

“Nice to meet you. I am Rachel Post, who will be on the G&G Al Jamash Charlie team as of today.”

Facing Kang Tae, he nodded.

With a face that feels new.

“… Hey, nice to meet you.”