#r6 404

[chadillacboseman]

Squad up!

@quiddling just finished this incredible commission of Notch and 404 (@glitchviper) in their squad uniforms (Ghosteyes and Wolfguard). If you can't tell, Notch is probably saying something annoying.

#r6s #r6 oc #siege ocs #oc notch #r6 404 #pls commission quid I'm so serious #they will absolutely DELIVER #ate and left no crumbs #notch def borrowed that jacket from doc #she forgot hers and hes too nice to be like 'ARE U SERIOUS' #rainbow six siege #siege #r6 siege

[glitchviper]

Comic cover design for 404 :))

(click for better quality, reblogs very appreciated)

#this took forever but i’m proud of the end result #my ocs #my art #r6s 404 #r6s oc #epiphany wesley monet #r6s

[gadourynumismatics]

#numismatics #numismatic #numismatique #coinscollection #coinauction #münzen #貨幣学 #münze #numismatist #coincollection

[chadillacboseman]

The Double Date

Summary: Notch (me), Ace, Blitz, and 404 (@glitchviper) go on a double date. 404 is not thrilled. Art by Quiddling. Just something short :)

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"Try to smile, liebling," Elias nudges Wes as they approach the table on the far side of the room, "You look like I'm holding you at gun point."

"You might as well be," Wes snaps and he chuckles.

Håvard spots them first and waves enthusiastically, an enormous smile painting his face. Wes rolls her eyes. The two of them take their seats and Jaimie cocks an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Good to see you, Elias, Wes," Håvard nods his head in their direction, and Elias returns his smile. The two of them work well together, a fact that irritates Wes to no end.

She hates small talk, but the other three fill the silence well, chatting incessantly about work until their chatter becomes white noise in her ears. She feels like a big cat in a cage at some shithole zoo, watching passersby with the kind of rage-inducing boredom only someone with her high-wired brain could have.

Elias taps his knee against hers under the table and Wes crashes back into reality, catching Håvard in the middle of a colorful rehashing of a training exercise Harry had put them through. She realizes with a jolt that she's bent the fork she's holding while listening to their idle babble.

Across the table, Jaimie watches Wes- she knows her well enough to know that she's not enjoying herself. Her face remains the same stoic facade of boredom, but her eyes are different, predator-like. Elias must have really pulled out all the stops to convince her to come in the first place, she can only imagine how painfully boring this entire affair must be for her.

The food arrives just in time to shut Håvard up for longer than a minute as he shovels in the chicken wings on his plate. Wes picks at her burger and Elias tears into his steak. Rare. Might as well still be mooing.

Then through some twisted fate administered by a God who clearly hates her, Wes is left alone with Håvard as Elias and Jaimie both head to the bathroom. She basks in the silence for a moment until he interrupts it.

"I know you don't like me," Håvard pauses to lick the sauce from one of his fingers as he speaks. How observant.

"What gives you that impression?" Wes doesn't look up at him.

"Everything," he gestures vaguely at her and her mouth twitches. He's stupid, but not blind. She says nothing in return.

"But I do love Jaimie-" he continues and Wes finally looks up from her plate.

"Where is this going, Haugland?" she sighs impatiently, and silently wishes that Elias would hurry the hell up.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Wes exhales through her nose just as Jaimie drops into her seat across the table and bumps her shoulder against Håvard's affectionately. Elias is close behind and gives Wes' knee an apologetic squeeze as he takes his seat.

The rest of the date is uneventful, but Jaimie can sense an odd tension in the air. Silently, she wonders what words were exchanged while she was in the bathroom. She knows Wes couldn't be bothered to get in any kind of argument with Håvard, but that doesn't mean that his big mouth didn't run in her absence.

Of course, Håvard insists on paying, always putting on a show, much to Jaimie's chagrin. As they make their exit, she turns to him, her brows knitted low over her eyes.

"What happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Håvard shrugs, "I told her I knew she didn't like me."

"That's not true!" Jaimie swats at his shoulder and he shoots her a dubious look.

"She does not like me, elskling."

He's right, and she knows it.

Wes has no patience for his constant social media posts, his loud voice, or his incessant need to be liked. If it weren't for Jaimie, she'd have throttled him the second she got the opportunity.

In Elias' car, Wes stares out the window at the passing street lights that flick by in hues of burnt orange. Elias glances over at her, but she's lost in pensive thought.

"We don't have to do it again," he offers with a smile.

"You couldn't pay me to do it again."

"I know you don't like him, but you like Jaimie, don't you?" Elias cocks an eyebrow and Wes sighs deeply.

"You know I do."

"Then just tolerate him, hm? For Jaimie." he offers her a bargain, one she's not sure she can uphold her end of.

"Fine."

#r6 404 #oc notch #r6 ocs #siege ocs #the IRONY of him saying he's not going anywhere #lol

[glitchviper]

Wake up besties new 404 reference just dropped!!!

This time featuring her tattoos and her full uniform :)

#my ocs #my art #r6s 404 #r6s oc #digital art #oc art #epiphany wesley monet #r6s #ref sheet #she has *so* many very detailed tattoos #12 to be exact but only 11 are visible here

[chadillacboseman]

I have noticed that your requests are open once more , so might I request something(you can pick the vibe) with Notch and 404. The first one you did a while ago was amazing :)

NOTCH AND 404!! NOTCH AND 404!!!

"404, sound off," Jaimie released the button on her walkie and waited for a moment before sighing in frustration, "404, tell me what's going on here."

Silence greeted her on the other end, deafening in its persistence. She furrowed her brows and chanced a glance backward at the drop zone.

Nothing.

"We-e-e-es," she muttered sing-songily into the mic, "I'm going to k-ill you-u-u!"

"Calm down, christ-" Wes's voice crackled to life in Jaimie's earpiece and she finally let her breath out, "I'm fine."

"Listen, Stephen Jobs, not all of us have the Noxy-Box to tell us everything," Jaimie snapped into the dead air.

"Don't call it that."

"What? The good 'ol Noxy-Boxy? The Nox Pox? The-" Jaimie was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from somewhere beyond the drop zone.

"404? Notch?" Doc's voice sounded panicked as it rang over the radio, "Evac is in 5! I need covering fire over here!"

Jaimie leapt down from her vantage point and sprinted to the crest of the hill overlooking Doc's position. She clicked a button and her Tiger Shark expanded with a whirring click.

"404!" she called out and Wes's head appeared from a high building to her left, "What can you tell me?"

"Looks like they've got reinforcements. Radio chatter makes it sound like at least 20. Closing in on Doc and Dokka quickly."

"Shit-" Jaimie leaned over the concrete of the wall in front of her and scanned the street. She could see Doc and Dokka, pinned behind a barrier as gunfire rained on them, "I'll take out their equipment!"

"I've got you covered- I'll reroute their backup!" Wes called and Jaimie offered her a thumbs up before aiming down the sights of her bow.

She let an arrow fly into the crowd and heard one of the Masks drop with a scream. She waited for a beat before activating the EMP Pulse and watched as they all stared down at their tech in confusion.

"Ha! Fuck you!"

"Backup chopper is rerouted- I can probably keep their satcoms off us for about ten minutes, max," Wes glanced down at the chaos in the street as Doc and Dokka took advantage of it and moved to the alleyway.

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"Merci, mon ami," Doc was panting, bent over with his hands braced on his knees, "if not for the two of you...." he trailed off and Jaimie patted him, hard, on the back.

"You two work well together," Dokka grinned and Wes nudged Jaimie in the ribs with a smirk, "Harry wasn't sure it'd be a good mix of tech and, well, anti-tech."

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The wind down after a mission was always difficult.

Jaimie felt as if she was vibrating with excess energy, and Ace wasn't due back for at least a day or so, so she couldn't even bother him.

That meant that there was only one solution.

Jaimie knocked on the door of Wes's quarters and waited for a moment before rapping on the steel once more. When it swung open, Wes stared at her, confused, her hair tousled and a plain black t-shirt draped over her figure.

"Jaimie? What is it?"

Jaimie cleared her throat and brandished a set of DVDs in one hand and a case of beer in the other. Wes squinted at the covers for a moment before grinning at the sight-

Three of the Leprechaun films were clutched in Jaimie's fingers.

"Oh, so you've finally come to appreciate fine cinema with me?"

"Well, the five dollar bin at Walmart was picked pretty clean...it was this or Demolition Man," Jaimie shrugged with mock dismissiveness.

"Oh, shut up and get in here."

#oc 404 #oc notch #r6s ocs #sorry it's short but I have other plans!

[chadillacboseman]

In which @glitchviper's OC and my OC bond over shared hatred of Lion.

#no french allowed #except doc and monty <3 #r6 ocs #oc notch #r6 404

[chadillacboseman]

Hey hey hey :) Could I mayhaps request some Notch and 404 hanging out with the prompts “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” Thank you and you’re writing is incredible <3

BROOOOOOO YES IT'S OC TIME!!

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"Okay. Fine. Sylvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger?" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball skyward and caught it against her chest.

"Really?" Wes snorted, "Neither!"

"Not how the game works!" Jaimie tossed the ball again and grinned, "Gotta pick one. And divorce is not an option. Stay married until he dies. Or you die, I guess."

Wes pulled her face into a disgusted grimace and considered the question, "Am I allowed to take a lover on the side?"

Jaimie paused and considered the question, "Yes. Wait- no. No. You have to stay loyal."

"This game sucks, Notch."

"Not as bad as being married to Arnold would. Man, could you imagine?" Jaimie shuddered animatedly.

"So you'd pick Stallone?" Wes raised an eyebrow, "Arnold has more acting cred."

"What?! Have you seen the Rambo films-"

"What are you two talking about?" Elias popped his head into the tech room and interrupted what was sure to be an enlightened overview of the franchise.

"Blitz! How nice of you to join us-" Jaimie tossed the tennis ball at him and he dodged it, "We were discussing celebrities-"

"You were discussing celebrities. I was trying to work-" Wes gestured at the motherboard on the workbench in front of her.

"I was about to defend the integrity of the Rambo films," Jaimie interrupted, "Are you familiar?"

"A little," Elias glanced between the two of them, a look of confusion painted across his face.

"Do not get her started," Wes warned as she turned her attention back to the tech in front of her.

"First Blood is a cinematic masterpiece!" Jaimie cried, "Clearly lost on a Canadian."

"You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give, Notch."

"Do you two ever get any work done?" Elias asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I'm not working on anything," Jaimie shrugged, "I come here to bother her. It's like a field exercise. Gotta focus through the distractions."

"And you are one hell of a distraction," Wes tossed a chunk of scrap wire at Jaimie who batted it away and put her hands up in a mock karate pose, "With terrible taste in movies."

"Oh, that's rich coming from a fan of the Leprechaun movies!"

"Leprechaun 5 had Ice-T in it! That's peak," Wes argued and Jaimie scoffed.

Elias watched as the two of them bickered and lobbed insults back and forth. He had seen them work on missions in the field together as an almost seamless pair, the perfect blend of attack and defense. But here- here they were almost like teenagers, engrossed in an argument over terrible movies and D-list actors.

"There's only one way to settle this!" Jaimie sat up straight in her chair with sudden intensity.

"And that would be?" Wes asked dubiously.

"Movie night."

#r6 404 #r6 notch #r6s ocs

[chadillacboseman]

Oh look! It's @glitchviper's incredible OC, 404!

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If you would like a wiki page for your own R6 OC, fill out the form HERE. Also consider donating to my Ko-Fi so I can keep doing cool stuff.

#r6s 404 #r6 404 #r6 ocs #enlarge for better view!!!!!!

[glitchviper]

Hey r6s community! I’ve gotten into this game recently and just had to make an oc

As always click for better quality and unedited versions of 404 and her icon below the cut

#I’ve been scared to post this ngl #but I’ve built up the courage cause I want r6 friends #so hope you find her cool #my art #my ocs #Epiphany Wesley Monet #404 #r6s oc #r6s 404 #oc ref sheet #I took reference from Dokka and Vigils armor cause idk what I’m doing lol #you can clearly tell #also still scared to post this but I am anyways #r6s #rainbow six siege

[glitchviper]

Casual Wes, a fashion icon when she wants to be

#r6s oc #r6s 404 #my ocs #my art #Epiphany Wesley Monet #r6s #404 #casual clothes vibes #aka so much easier to draw than military uniforms

[glitchviper]

As we all know Harry records all of his talks with the operators which inspired me to write one between Harry and 404. Specifically their first real conversation that the two have after her joining Rainbow. It took me several edits (and there’s probably still errors lol) but I’m happy with how it came out.

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—Audio Recording; Epiphany Wesley “404” Monet #1—

Harvisha “Harry” Pandley: “Dr.Monet.”

Epiphany Wesley “404” Monet: “Please just call me Wes.”

H: “I’ll do my best. I’d also like to thank you for coming to meet me to speak so early. I do know that Toronto has a far different time zone.”

E: “You're my boss now, couldn’t really say no.”

H: “That’s fair. Regardless, you have my thanks.”

E: “Mhm”

H: “Not much of a talker now are we?”

E: “I’ve been told.”

H: “Well then I’ll give a disclaimer. I’m going to ask you some questions, but feel no obligation to answer. I’m in no habit of forcing things out of people.”

E: “...”

H: “Please view this as a conversation rather than an interview. I simply want to know about you as a person and what makes you who you are.”

E: “So an interview.”

H: “Only if you really want to view it like that.”

E: “Touche.”

H: “Alright then let’s get to it. I’d like to start with a bit about your life. Like about your childhood.”

E: “Like what?”

H: “How about family?”

E: “My parents immigrated to Canada with my grandfather. But he passed before I was born so I never knew him.”

H: “Immigrated from where?”

E: “My mom was from France and my dad from England.”

H: “Did you ever get to go back and visit their homes?”

E: “No, when they were alive we never had the money.”

H: “I’m very sorry for your loss.”

E: “It’s fine, it never weighed on me much.”

H: “Can you elaborate on that a bit?”

E: “No.”

H: “No?”

E: “No.”

H: “…”

E: “…”

H: “… Umm what about life after the passing of your parents?”

E: “No.”

H: “Aren’t you quite blunt.”

E: “Why beat around the bush?”

H: “Fair enough. I’m guessing I’ve reached my limit on information regarding this.”

E: “Really Sherlock, how could you have guessed that.”

H: “That’s okay. Just know that if you ever do wish to speak about this or anything else, I’m here.”

E: “...”

H: “Great. Let’s jump to another topic. So your time in college, you earned a P.h.D, masters, and a bachelors in 5 years. That is one mighty feat, especially from such a prestigious university.”

E: “I was unaware that Waterloo is considered prestigious.”

H: “I’ve seen their programs, I’d certainly consider it so.”

E: “I’ll take your word I guess.”

H: “I’m assuming you fast tracked but why?”

E: “I’m not one for slowing down.”

H: “I can certainly tell. Working in that many programs at once must keep you on your toes.”

E: “Well I went in having my workload lessened. It wasn’t as bad as you’re probably thinking.”

H: “Oh?”

E: “…”

H: “That was a queue for you to elaborate, if you want.”

E: “Ah… well I went in with all of my gen eds and a few major credits already done. So the classes that I needed were a lot fewer.”

H: “And you planned for all this?”

E: “Naturally.”

H: “I doubt that preplanning fast tracking college is something that most highschoolers naturally do. Most just think about the classes required to simply get into college.”

E: “Then I guess I just knew what I wanted.”

H: “You’re very solid in your convictions.”

E: “ …thank you?”

H: “That is meant to be a compliment.”

E: “Oh.”

H: “You assumed that to be a bad thing, why?”

E: “You’ve looked at my file?”

H: “Yes?”

E: “There’s your answer.”

H: “Yes you don’t seem to be very popular. Yet you don’t seem to cae.”

E: “Why should I?”

H: “...”

E: “I’m not dumb, I know what people think of me. They look and they assume things. I know none of it’s true so why give a damn.”

H: “I’m not trying to cast doubt upon what you say but the amount of fights I have on record tell me a different story about how much you care.”

E: “I don’t start them. I think that it’s dumb and counterproductive. But I have a rule against taking people’s shit. If someone wants to come at me with an attitude then they should be prepared to get it back.”

H: “Is it really necessary for you to do that? Your rule seems to cause you more problems than anything.”

E: “I’d rather die standing than live kneeling.”

H: “… That was quite profound.”

E: “… You’re bad at hiding your surprise.”

H: “Aren’t you observant?”

E: “Just because I don’t look like I’m paying attention doesn’t mean I’m not.”

H: “You sound upset. Is that something that happens a lot? The assumption that you aren’t listening.”

E: “…”

H: “Right, your file does answer that for me.”

E: “See you’re learning.”

H: “I certainly am. We keep mentioning it but your file does no justice to who you are. People really do only try and see the worst of you.”

E: “It’s not even the worst, just blatant lies and false assumptions.”

H: “I do hope these issues don’t persist into your time here. Infighting isn’t good for a team.”

E: “I don’t care much if it does. In the end I can play nice when it matters.”

H: “Let’s just hope that doesn’t become a problem for now… let’s also get back on track. Do you have any hobbies?”

E: “I feel like we’ve hopped to a different track.”

H: “I guess it does sound like that but the point of this conversation is for me to know more about you.”

E: “Fair enough.”

H: “So…”

E: “… Oh right. Hobbies… hmm well the first thing that comes to mind is engineering. I’ve always had a thing for it.”

H: “I could tell.”

E: “It is quite obvious. Regardless, it's so interesting. All there’s so many different types of engineering and all of them require vastly different skill sets and knowledge. There’s always more to be learned about it. An endlessly applicable field.”

H: “It certainly seems to suit you well. I can see how you were able to fast track your way through college even better. You’re dedicated to your own interest to a point where making it a career is like breathing. It’s truly amazing.”

E: “Thank you.”

H: “And trust me that passion will be able to thrive here. There are many others with a burning passion like yours.”

E: “I always like a good challenge.”

H: “I can tell. I’ve read your file. I do have a question though?”

E: “Shoot.”

H: “Do you have any hobbies or interests outside of science? They are wonderful interests, don't get me wrong but they do seem to all loop back to work.”

E: “Why do you ask?”

H: “Curiosity. Like I said, I want to know more about you.”

E: “Umm well I like movies and whatnot.”

H: “What types of movies?”

E: “I’m not picky, a movie is a movie for the most part. I do watch a lot of documentaries though.”

H: “I know someone on base who’ll be very happy to hear that.”

E: “…”

H: “Any reason documentaries standout to you?”

E: “I like learning new things, and they’re excellent background noise. You don’t really have to watch in order to follow along a lot of the time.”

H: “Do you need background noise to do things?”

E: “It depends. Sometimes silence is nice as well.”

H: “I get that. So as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, we are running out of the time I had planned and there is one thing I still do need to ask about.”

E: “…”

H: “Right. I’d like to know a little bit about Operation Pitch Black.”

W: “Uh…”

H: “There’s once again no pressure to speak on it if you don’t want to.”

W: “…”

H: “If you do want to speak please do take your time.”

W: “…”

H: “…”

W: “No… I'm assuming you have access to the file. You can read that.”

H: “… Alright. I won’t press. But I cannot reiterate enough that if there ever is a time you do wish to speak about it I am here.”

W: “Mhm.”

H: “It’s clear that you're over this conversation, my apologies if I came off as pushy. For now let’s move on, the time I allowed for this is almost up anyways.”

W: “…”

H: “I’d like to show you around base now, introduce you to our facilities and maybe a few operators if we happen across them.”

W: “Well then lead the way.”

—End Recording—

#writing this was a fun little challenge #r6s 404 #r6s #r6s oc #Epiphany Wesley Monet #my ocs #my writing #Harry Pandley #content that isn’t art wow

[glitchviper]

404: My parents died when I was young

Notch: Oh, I’m sorry

404:… Why, did you kill them?

Notch: *to stunned to speak*

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@chadillacboseman This came to me in a flash of brilliance and is so something that would happen

#r6s notch #r6s 404 #r6s oc #my ocs #other ocs

[glitchviper]

404 Game Mechanics

So the lovely @chadillacboseman (and a few others but Tara was the first so credit given where its due) did this with their beautiful oc and I wanted to do it with 404 cause brain rot. Anyways buckle up cause idk how to make things short

Name: Epiphany Wesley “404” Monet

DOB: December 17

Age: 25

Place of Birth: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Position: Attacker

Armor: Light

Speed: Fast

Affiliation(s):

Canadian Army, Canadian Rangers, JTF2, RAINBOW, GUSTR

Base Loadout:

Primary: 416-C Carbine, UMP45

Secondary: SMG 12

Gadget(s): Stun Grenade, Smoke Grenade

Unique Ability:

NOX-Z3R0: A multi operation system comprised of multiple different parts and made completely fe scratch by 404 over the course of several months of nonstop work. It’s primary focus is to gain control of information on the battlefield. Upon activation nox can either reveal the location of hostiles or hiding her pretense from enemy observation tools/technology. It can sense Vigil while engaged in his ability and easily see defenders that are by Mute’s signal jammers. On the cloaking side her image is damn near seamlessly removed from surveillance equipment and can even protect her from Kaplan traps if she passes one while engaged in the ability. However it can only be done for a certain amount of time before the battery needs to recharge or else the system can overload and will need to wait and cool off. The last thing is it’s ability to sneak into enemy channels and flood their systems with “black noise”, causing a temporary audio distraction/disabling their cameras before leaving without a trace. She does have to be close to an enemy to get into their system and can really only do it once or else box’s battery could overload.

Voice Lines:

Spawning:

“All systems online. 404 ready for combat.”

“Let’s get to it.”

“This won’t take long.”

“Let’s make this quick, yeah.”

“Allé! Allé! Allé!”

“Can we hurry this up.”

“Follow your instincts. Unless they suck, then don’t do that.”

“Just focus on the job at hand and we’ll be just fine.”

“God I hate waiting, can we get on with it already.”

“I’d kill for something to do right now… oh wait.”

“Don’t waste my time”

“So are we just gonna stand here all day or…”

Activating NOX-Z3RO (technology sensors):

“No one can hide from my sight.”

“You can run but you can’t hide.”

“Nowhere to hide.”

“Come out, come out wherever you are.”

“Activating NOX.”

“I see you.”

“And the hunt is on.”

“Enemies detected.”

“Peek-a-boo.”

“Your life is mine.”

“There is no escape!”

Activating NOX-Z3R0 (cloak):

“Now you see me, now you don’t.”

“Fade into darkness.”

“Out of sight, out of mind.”

”Cloak activated.”

”Just try and find me.”

”You’ll never see it coming.”

”Cloaking.”

Hacking Enemy Systems:

“Don’t mind if I do.”

“Oh this is gonna be good.”

“Prepare to get wrecked.”

“I’m in.”

“Get ready for a different type of flash flood.”

“Oh this is gonna suck… for you.”

“Overriding their systems.”

“This should buy us some time.”

“*chuckle*”

“Open sesame.”

“Blackout.”

NOX-Z3R0 Deactivated:

“Shit!”

“Damn it!”

“Son of a-”

“Battery overloaded.”

“Out of power.”

“Gotta recharge.”

“Overloaded, cooling system off.”

“NOX down!”

“Recharging.”

“Come on, come on, come on, come on.”

Elimination:

“Pop goes the bandit~” (eliminating Bandit)

“Suck that Jagger.” (eliminating Jagger)

“Get rekt.”

“Who’s the ametuer now?” (eliminating Kaid, Thatcher, or Kapkan)

“Kick rocks!”

“It’s nothing”

“Who’s next?”

“Sweet dreams!”

“Illusion shattered.” (eliminating Alibi)

“Your cacophony is over.”(eliminating Maestro)

“The hunter becomes the hunted.” (eliminating Kapkan, Melusi, Frost, or Caveira)

“humming/singing”(404 humms/sings one of a few nursery rhymes depending on the operator)

“The Doc is out.” (eliminating Doc)

“Knight takes Rook.” (eliminating Rook)

“Check/Checkmate.” (eliminating Rook)

“What was that about drones doing it better?” (eliminating Echo)

Throwing Stun Grenade:

“Not so fast.”

“Freeze.”

“Throwing stun.”

Throwing Smoke Grenade:

“Throwing smoke.”

“Eat this.”

“Smoke screen.”

“Popping smoke.”

Deploying Drone:

“Sending out drone.”

“Deploying drone.”

“Drone is live.”

Scanning Enemies:

“Found them.”

“Hostiles located.”

“Enemies detected.”

“Hey besties.”

“Sup’”

Reloading:

“Swapping mags!”

“I’m out!”

“Cover me, reloading!”

“Out of ammo!”

Friendly Fire:

“Blue on blue!”

“Friendly cease fire!”

“Hold fire, friendly!”

Getting Hostage:

“Hostage secured.”

“On your feet.”

“I have the hostage.”

“Asset secured.”

Moving Hostage:

“Up and at ‘em”

“Let’s go.”

“Move. Now.”

“Follow me.”

“Stay close.”

“Go! Go! Go!”

“We need to go and fast.”

Dropping Hostage:

“Stay.”

“Whatever you do, don’t move.”

“Stay where you are.”

“Freeze there.”

“Stay here.”

Reviving:

“Come on, you ain’t done yet.”

“I know you’ve got more than that.”

“Let’s get you fixed up.”

“This is so not my job.”

“I’ve seen worse, you’re going to live… probably.”

“Where’s a medic when you need one.”

Operator Video/Animated Short:

Note: I love the animated 2D animated videos so much so of course I made 404’s follow thaf trend. So this is written almost like a pseudo screenplay. Emphasis on pseudo

Harry: “So as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, we are running out of the time I had planned and there is one thing I still do need to ask about.”

Wes stares back, a blank expression on her face. A beat of silence passes before she alrighty gestures with her hand for him to continue.

Harry: “Right. I’d like to know a little bit about Operation Pitch Black”

Wes makes a quiet surprised noise, almost like a breath got ripped from her throat. The shot remains focused on Wes and slowly starts to zoom in as Harry speaks again.

Harry: “There’s once again no pressure to speak on it if you don’t want to.”

The end of Harry’s sentence fades away into silence as the shot settles on Wes’s eyes. Suddenly her eyes widened and the background completely changed, the end he’s of the screen seeming to slightly glitch out.

The office setting was completely gone and replaced with a dark room that appeared to be part of a warehouse, which is revealed to the audience as the shot zooms back out. Everything is moving in slow motion and the zoom out reveals Wes falling backwards and looking far different than before. Having long solid black hair that was held up in a messy pony tail. Most important is the torn up skin on her forehead and the bullet shown to be flying past.

In the background more bullets are shown to be flying, carnage is all around, and finally a grenade goes off. Not too close to Wes, but definitely to close for comfort. However before the grenades carnage can be shown the shot completely glitches out.

The glitch effect clears up and reveals a different scene. Wes was sat down leaning against a wall in a different room. The sounds of her heavy and pained breathing filling what would otherwise be dead silence. Blood is running down the left side of her face and hands. She looks noticeably more disheveled than before.

The angle of the shot changes to show Wes looking down at two small pieces of technology, alpha nox. Her eyes narrowed in on it as a determined exhale left her mouth. In one swift motion she picks the two pieces up and the screen glitches once more.

When the glitches clear the shot reveals the rooms exit with Wes standing in front of it, leaving only her back visible. After a moment she opens the door and leaves the room, causing the screen to glitch out again.

The next few seconds are quick shots of Wes moving through hallways that seem to grow more distorted and seemed to glitch around her as she went.

Suddenly all of the glitching and distortion stops and the shot looks straight into the camera of alpha nox. The shot circles around 180 degrees to show what the system is reading. No people, just a bomb. The shot changes to show Wes putting apha nox away in order to take a quick peak inside the room, she places her hand on the doorknob but is instantly caught off guard by a loud banging noise. Her head snaps to look in its direction.

Wes pulls out alpha nox again, but it fizzles put before her eyes. Panic starts to show on her face as the the edges of the screen and Wes herself glitches between Wes looking at the door and towards the sound.

The entire screen glitches to show a back shot of Wes starting to rig something up to the door. Pulling random things out of her belt. Before the audience gets to really see her do anything the screen glitches out again.

When it clears the camera is still in the same position but Wes is shown walking away, pistol at the ready. She’s heading towards where the noise was.

The camera then cute to Wes stalking through the halls and entering a room. Not a second after she enters a terrorist reveals themselves, causing Wes to take aim. A glitch and the terrorists is shown to be dead on the ground.

The shot changes to show Wes’s face, even bloodier than before as she wipes some of the blood away from her eye. Just when it seemed that she was safe a hand shoots into frame grabbing Wes’s head and slamming it onto something off to the side of the shots perspective. The sound of the collision and what a loud crack sounding off, giving proof of the hit.

The shot changed in time to show Wes’s head bouncing off of the wall, her nose clearly having been broken by her assailant. The blood was already starting to flow. However the terrorist was done and quickly grabbed her by her pony tail and forces her to her knees.

The terrorist speaks but there is no sound, only static. He seems to repeat himself but Wes still doesn’t respond. The camera then cuts to show Wes’s hand on her pocket, slowly pulling out a small pocket knife.

The shot changes back to its previous position as the man pulls Wes’s hair and appears to shout at her. The pull on her hair made her hands shoot up to grab at it, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Finally Wes is shown to respond a bit as the terrorist is still yelling at her. Still only static is heard.

Suddenly the sound cuts back in. The terrorist pulls out a gun and a click is heard.

Terrorist: “Any last words, princess?”

The shot cuts to focuse on Wes’s face. She’s looking downwards. Her hands still up holding her hair, but not exactly visible in frame. A few short strands seemed to fall around her face. She laughs a little.

Wes: “Yeah I got some… you suck at your job.”

The shot suddenly changes to show the side of Wes, zoomed in on her hands. Revealing to the audience that she had been slowly cutting her hair with the picket knife, using her other hand to hold up the cut bits and hide the knife. With one strong swipe she cuts the last bit and rolls backwards away from the terrorist. Finally free from his grasps. The sudden gesture clearly caught the terrorist off guard long enough for Wes to kick his legs out from under him.

A fight between the two commences but despite all of her injuries Wes manages to get the upper hand. Putting him in a chokehold and after a struggle he passes out from the lack of oxygen.

Wes stands up and looks down at the terrorists unconscious body, blood still streaming down her face and adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Once again the screen completely glitches out and shows the terrorist tied up, almost excessively and Wes re-entering the room and sitting down against the wall next to the passed out terrorist.

The camera zooms in on Wes’s face once more and the edges of the screen slightly glitch bringing Wes back into the moment. She was back in the office from before. After a beat of silence she exhales slowly.

Wes: “No… I’m assuming you have access to the file. You can read that.”

Harry: “… Alright. I won’t press. But I cannot reiterate enough that if there ever is a time you do wish to speak about it I am here.”

Wes: “Mhm.”

Harry: “It’s clear that you're over this conversation, my apologies if I came off as pushy. For now let’s move on, the time I allowed for this is almost up anyways.”

Wes: “…”

Harry: “I’d like to show you around base now, introduce you to our facilities and maybe a few operators if we happen across them.”

Wes: “Well then lead the way.”

#I feel like I’ve tagged you so much Tara but you’re very inspiring for me idk why #this was also just super fun to write #I removed the elite portion cause I want to actually draw it so that’ll be posted later #my ocs #r6s 404 #epiphany wesley monet #r6s oc #r6s #my writing #I also love reusing the same image over again cause I’m lazy and don’t feel like making more lol #also once again shout out to Tara for unintentionally enabling the brain rot #also have fun spotting all the references in her voice lines