Protect me not - Teaser -
Title : Protect me not
Genre : Soldier!Au, Action, Angst, Fluff
Pairing : Mark Tuan x Reader
AN : It’s a rewrite from a series I started back in 2016 on another website so if by chance you already saw this around the internet, don’t freak out.
“Y/N, 25 years old. She’s Dr Cheol’s daughter. We heard about an organisation looking for her. She possesses the key to his hidden researches but there is no actual proof that she has it. Her father got killed because the rumour about his works on a chemical medicine got exposed before he could destroy it. He talked about never finding the way to his research before dying and his only relative left is his daughter.”
Photos and videos are passing by on a big screen. There are three men in the room, all in suits and looking awfully serious. The room is in the dark and the whole meeting sounds secret, the silence making the atmosphere heavier.
“It was years ago, why now?” One of the men, in his mid-fifties, isn’t pleased by the situation. He is playing with his pen impatiently, tapping it against the shiny table.
“Apparently, it has to do with Enigma. They are looking for a new weapon. We don’t know their motive yet, sir.” The last man presses on his remote’s button and a couple of old pictures appear, which are showing people from said organisation.
“What the hell does Enigma have to do with this? I thought they were out of business.” The first man is bewildered, taken aback even. After all the mess they created twenty years ago, he never thought he’d found himself confronted with the infamous group again.
“That’s the problem. We don’t know how they got this information. What we know is that we need to protect the target or they’re going to get her. Once they have the research, we’ll be in trouble. Some even mentioned the country’s safety being at risk.” A loud scoff echoes in the room.
“Where is she? Is she even still alive?”
“We’ve been following her. She’s a university student, sir.” The third man is standing next to him, is navy suits neat as he shows him a picture of said girl, smiling and carrying books in the middle of a large field.
“Then we have to make sure nothing happens to her. We’ve just finished dealing with the most dangerous drug ring in the country and now we have Enigma back.” The old man sighs, rubbing a wrinkled hand on his face.
“The thing is that she doesn’t know about what her father was doing. Even if we ask her, she wouldn’t be able to tell us about all of this.”
The old man shakes his head, mouth opened because it keeps on getting worse. “What? How can we get the research then?”
“We need to keep an eye on her first. Maybe we could discover something she doesn’t know. For now, there’s nothing else we can do without ruining the whole mission, sir.” The first man scratches the back of his head, embarrassed with what is about to come.
“What do we do then? Do we watch her silently? How can we even go that? Please tell me you have a plan!” The old man gets up and slams his palms on the table, making the two other persons jump on their spot in the dimly lit room.
A timid answer is sent his way. “Yes, but…”
The old man whines, exhausted by a mere ten minutes meeting. “Don’t tell me you’re going to…?”
“Sir, I know they are a bit wild, but we know we won’t fail if we send them.” The room is poorly lit but the exasperated eyes of the old man whose face is showing nothing but worry, is obvious.
“Are they even back from Russia? They’re still alive?” his words are faster now, like he knows he won’t get more of the situation and should give up before he ends up with a heart-attack.
“They came back two days ago. They are currently on leave.” They don’t even look at him in the eyes as they answer yet they look motivated, confident even.
“So, what’s the idea? You sound confident, Major.”
“Sir, yes sir!” The man stops and gives him a salute. He turns to the other one standing next to the projector who clicks on another button.
“She is studying at University and is living in a flat downtown. She is single, has one friend and no family left. The plan is to follow her every day and try to discover where is the research.” The Major’s tone is suddenly so grave.
“You can’t possibly send seven people and expect her to welcome them.” The old man knows it’s too much. He had to deal with so many problems because of them.
“They’ll think of something.” The major smiles, hoping it would avoid him a serious beating from his superior while the second man stands, silent.
“So you’re sending them without a real plan? Do you want us all dead?” The old man takes a sip from his forgotten cup of coffee and coughs, annoyed. No matter how desperate the situation is, he doesn’t want to trust these guys. He can already feel the headache creeping at the base of his skull.
“This is how they work. I trust them one hundred percent.” The major concludes as the slideshow ends.
“You’ll be one hundred percent responsible, then.”
“Sir, yes sir!” He gives a salute again as the old man starts walking toward the door.
“Keep me updated. I’ll be going to the US Navy Headquarters tomorrow. You’re dismissed.” The old man closes the door behind him, whispering about kids not being serious.
