James Bond In WW2(MCU x DC Comics)

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(Bond's P.O.V)

-1943, October.

-France Border-

Right after arriving at a military base on the borders of France and Germany, I learned that Commander Barlow might have understated just what the Special Task Force I was supposed to be a part of, really was.

The Strategic Scientific Research(SSR) was less of a task force and more of a special allied Program aimed at countering HYDRA's operations. It did not belong to any one country and only answered to the Allied forces' Top Council.

The head of SSR was a no-nonsense Colonel named Chester Phillips, who was waiting for us at the base to kick off the mission.

"Colonel." Peggy saluted.

"At ease Lietenant Carter. So this our recent acquisition?"

The Colonel's eyes studied me.

"What's your name son?"

"Sergeant Bond, reporting for duty."

I greeted, holding his even gaze.

"I've heard much praise about you, son. An expert Sniper, Infiltration Master, Accomplished Strategist and leader, and an even better fighter. What I won't tolerate is you going off on your own, are we clear, Sergeant?"

I could feel Carter's eyes boring into me from the side. I gave a nod at the colonel and Carter sighed in relief.

"Welcome to the SSR."

The Colonel smiled as if I'd passed a test.

"Now follow me you two, we can't afford to keep Erskine waiting."

-0-

-10 hours later-

The mission was a go and we were on our way to Castle Kauffman, more than 20 miles in west Germany.

The hum of the aircraft's engines filled the small cargo bay as Colonel Phillips, gave command over to Carter to brief our team of 12 on the mission details.

Inside the craft, the cold, metal interior felt heavier than it should, weighed down by the tension and anticipation of what lay ahead.

I adjusted the straps on my parachute, running through the motions mechanically.

My sniper rifle, meticulously maintained and deadly precise, was secured across my back.

I looked up as Carter stepped forward to the middle of the chamber, grabbing the team's attention with the force of her presence.

"Dr. Erskine's last communication indicated that Johann Schmidt was taking an unhealthy interest in the Super Soldier Serum. My guess is he wants to use it on himself and get enhanced." she began, her voice steady and composed. "Schmidt is a cruel man and an important figure in Hitler's regime, given that he heads HYDRA. And Castle Kaufmann serves as one of their primary research facilities. We believe Dr. Erskine is being held in the dungeons beneath the castle, forced to continue his work under duress."

Schmidt's cruel reputation and obsession with power made him infamous, even within Nazi ranks. He wouldn't hesitate to use his own mother as a guinea pig for his experiments.

Carter continued, "Colonel Phillips will provide an aerial distraction. While their focus is on him, we'll infiltrate the castle, extract Dr. Erskine, and rendezvous at the clearing for extraction. This man isn't just a scientist—he's a strategic advantage the Nazis can't afford to keep. Failure is not an option."

Her gaze swept over the team, her eyes locking on each soldier in turn, daring them to challenge her authority. Most avoided her gaze.

Two soldiers near me exchanged snide whispers, loud enough for me to hear.

"What's Phillips thinking, sending a barrack bunny on a mission like this?" one said, snickering.

"Probably thought she'd look good barking orders," the other replied.

I clenched my fists, the weight of their disrespect burning through the cold air.

"Shut your mouths and follow orders," I growled, my voice cutting through the cabin. "She outranks you, and she's more qualified than you'll ever be."

The soldiers stiffened, their laughter silenced. They avoided my glare, bravado crumbling under my glare.

Peggy glanced my way, her expression unreadable. But there was something in her nod—a quiet acknowledgment, perhaps gratitude. I ignored it, focusing on the task ahead.

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The night air bit into my skin as we leapt from the aircraft, the sudden rush of wind roaring in my ears.

The parachute yanked me upward before I began my descent, the Black Forest stretching below in an endless expanse of shadow and secrecy.

Castle Kaufmann loomed in the distance, its high walls and turrets bathed in dim moonlight. From this vantage point, it seemed impenetrable, a fortress of death and secrets.

Above us, the distraction began. Colonel Phillips's plane roared across the sky, dropping flares and firing heavy artillery rounds, destroying Watchtowers and guardposts. Searchlights chased the plane through the air, the castle's defenses bristling as they focused upward.

We landed silently on a small clearing and regrouped. Without hesitation, I moved to the front, scanning the area with my rifle's scope.

The nazi forces were marshalling a team to pursue the plane, cutting down their defenses.

Peggy crouched beside me, unfolding a map, with the others surrounding us. Her flashlight, dimmed with a red filter, illuminated the brown paper.

"We're here," she said, pointing to the western edge of the castle. "The perimeter is laced with mines but there's a breach in the fence on the north side—it's our best point of entry."

I nodded, signaling the team to follow. I don't think it was smart at all, but she had made me her Second in Command.

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The perimeter was as fortified as expected. Mines, razor wire, and sharp-eyed Waffen-SS patrols prowled the grounds.

My rifle's scope caught two guards near the gate, their rifles held vigilantly.

"Two guards at the main gate," I whispered. "Minefield extends about thirty meters. My squad will take point; Lietenant, direct the others around the tree line."

Peggy nodded, and her team dispersed.

I slipped into the shadows, moving with silent precision, followed by 6 soldiers. The guards didn't even notice us until it was too late. Two silenced shots, two bodies crumpled to the ground.

We moved through the gate and held cover by the fence, protecting Peggy's squad as they entered through the breached fence.

Her tactical mind was impressive—calculated movements, minimal noise. She moved like someone who had done this many times before.

Once all were through, we moved in.

Inside the castle walls, the mission turned darker. The corridors were dimly lit, and every sound felt amplified.

Peggy led her squad upstairs to secure the upper levels, while I took mine deeper into the bowels of the fortress.

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The air grew colder as we descended into the dungeons, quietly dealing with any opposition we encountered.

The stone walls were slick with moisture, as we followed the faint hum of machinery and muffled voices coming from deeper in.

Eventually, we reached the lab after navigating a series of narrow hallways. It was the last unchecked door.

Up till now, the mission was smooth sailing. Which made sense as I was in a squad with highly trained professionals.

Taking positions around the entrance, I looked through the barred window of the reinforced door and saw him: Dr. Abraham Erskine.

He was older than I'd expected, his frame thin and his shoulders hunched.

His glasses caught the light as he leaned over a table cluttered with notes and vials. Two guards stood nearby, their rifles at the ready.

I motioned for my men to retreat down the hallway. Carefully, I set a charge of C4 against the doorframe.

"Brace yourselves," I murmured joining them before detonating the explosive.

The door blew inward, and we moved in like a storm.

The first guard raised his weapon, but I was faster. I closed the distance with a knife, the blade sinking into his throat before he could shout.

The second fired a shot that grazed my shoulder, but he didn't get a second chance. One clean bullet through the skull silenced him.

Dr. Erskine crouched behind the table, his hands trembling.

"Dr. Erskine," I said, my voice sharp and commanding. "We're here to extract you. Stay close."

He hesitated, his eyes darting to the bodies on the floor. "You... you killed them so quickly."

"I know." I replied, pulling him to his feet. "Move."

He followed, though his gaze lingered on me, a mixture of fear and curiosity etched into his features.

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Reuniting with Peggy's squad wasn't easy. Reinforcements poured into the castle, the sound of boots and shouts echoing through the corridors.

Peggy and I coordinated our squads for defense, covering each other as we pushed toward the exit. Her weapon handling and precision was surgical—every shot deliberate and effective.

At the back exit, A Nazi tank sat in the courtyard blocking our path to the breach in the fence. We were boxed in as we traded fire with the encroaching enemy from the back and the ones hiding behind the truck.

Knowing time was of the essence, I looked around and grabbed one of the cans of fuel close to us.

"Cover me!"

I yelled and rushed out into the open. Winding my hand, I threw the can at the truck, before ducking to the ground. The grenade I had dropped in the container exploded, spraying liquid fire down at the truck, dousing our enemies in flames.

With the way clear, we retreated, my squad covering for Peggy, as she pulled Erskine away.

But the enemy was relentless.

Corporal Hargrove, a member of Peggy's squad, stayed behind after getting hit, to hold off the final wave, detonating a vest of grenades at the Nazis in pursuit. His sacrifice ensured our escape.

We passed through the hole in the fence and ran for the extraction point, the sky behind lit by orange flames.

Peggy's eyes were damp, her jaw tight, feeling the weight of Hargrove's sacrifice.

Nonetheless, we had gotten Erskine out. All that remained was extraction, before the enemy caught up.

The helicopter's rotors churned the air as we loaded Dr. Erskine aboard. Peggy helped him into a seat, her voice soft with reassurance.

I climbed in last, taking a seat by the door. As the helicopter lifted off, I glanced back at the castle, at the burning wreck where Hargrove died. I might not have known him well, but we had shared the battlefield and watched each other's back.

'I lost someone, again...when will it stop...?'

"Do you feel anything about what just happened?" Peggy asked, her voice low.

"Emotions don't win wars. We accomplished the mission, and only lost 1 person. It was a good day." I replied.

She looked away, frustration flickering across her face.

Across from me, Dr. Erskine watched in silence. After a moment, he spoke softly to Peggy, but I heard him clearly. "Your friend carries more than any soldier I have seen, yet is unbowed by the weight. If we could understand what makes someone like him endure, we could change the world."

'No professor, I think you're wrong. It's not endurance, it's hatred.'