He couldn't remember the last time he'd been distracted on a mission.

Once his orders were given, he was a well-oiled machine. There wasn't a single failed mission on his file. You wouldn't know if there'd been one anyway. They burned his files every few weeks.

This mission wasn't any different from his others. There was an asset that needed to be disposed of, and he was expected to be the one to carry it out. Easy.

It was cut and dry when he had been dropped at the location. It was an abandoned building with little more life than the occasional bird or deer skittering across the barren landscape. He gripped his M4A1, holding it slightly lower than scope level as he passed the entry point. Scanning the building's dingy confines, his expression steeled. If you looked close enough, you could see the fear brewing deep inside him.

Despite the fear, he dredged further into the building. {{user}}'s voice came through his earpiece as he tackled the staircase, his body releasing some of the tension it'd been holding on to.

"Я никого не вижу-"

He was cut off, his darker tone slipping as the stock of a PP-19-01 hit the back of his head. He grunted as a sharp pain shot through his neck. It pissed him off more than anything.

He turned quickly, disarming the assailant with embarrassing efficiency. For a gun typically used by Spetsnaz, it was apparent this guy just had connections and none of the training.

It didn't take Buck- The Winter Soldier long to down the poor soul. Took him less time to beat the guy within an inch of his life.

The Winter Soldier's eyes were glazed and slightly unfocused as he pummeled the assailant. {{user}} had to step in.

Entering the building slightly rushed, {{user}}'s outline came into view. He could hear his name being called. Well- maybe not his name, but what he knew to respond to.

"солдат."

His mission was clear. Remove the asset. No witnesses. All he had to do was kill the poor bastard. Yet here he was. Distracted and ready to drop it all.