This story will follow pretty close to the campaign story in Battlefield 4 since I felt the story was very well written for the game itself. That being said, there will be a lot of action sequences and little dialogue in some parts, but I promise I'll be adding in my own ideas for what happens in the downtime when things aren't exploding or spiraling into chaos. Jessaiya's (pronounced like Jess-say-ya) back story and looks will also be revealed very soon.

Please leave me a comment if you liked my idea of having a female Recker or if you like what you read. I appreciate anyone that takes the time to do so! :)

"What a hellhole…" I sigh out loud to myself as I reload the SCAR-H assault rifle, snapping the magazine back in with my palm. I hold the weapon up and look through the scope, moving forward and once again tripping over some form of debris. I grumble loudly and stumble forward, looking back at the offending object on the ground with annoyance. This time some sort of locker door was to blame. The hinges were singed where it had once attached itself to the locker, the rest of it charred beyond recognition.

I moved forward down the hallway with my rifle raised, checking corners as I attempted to locate the rest of Tombstone, my squad. We had unfortunately been separated when running away from pursuing Russian Special Forces, the ones who were after the intelligence we obtained in Baku where I am now. As for a specific location, well…that would be a very rundown building in the middle of a town.

I turned the corner and cautiously approached a slightly opened door. I reached forward with my left hand and pushed it open, jumping back when a group of pigeons flew out in a hurry. I flinched when a few sets of wings struck my head and then cracked an eye open when the noise subsided. I kept moving forward into the room and then into a conjoining room, lowering my weapon a bit when I reached another hallway. I frowned when I began to wonder if radio silence was really a good idea when we would all be split up like this. I kicked a piece of concrete and watched it hit a wall as it sailed down the hallway, settling in a mound of dirt near another set of lockers. This was a school. A group of destroyed desks sat in a corner around piles of more rubble and destruction.

I kept moving forward into another set of rooms, my rifle rising once again when I heard muffled voices on the other side of a closed door. I took cautious steps toward the door and then stopped, placing my ear near the door in an attempt to recognize the voices. When I couldn't make any of them out, I took the next best step and prepared to open the door. I straightened up and readied my rifle, reaching a hand out to push open the door only to have it forcefully opened from the other side.

"Surprise motherfucker!" I was grabbed by the top of my bulletproof vest and pulled forward, my eyes shutting tight in defense as a handgun was placed close to my temple. I opened my eyes and frowned, coming face to face with Clayton Pakowski our field medic. He stared at me for a moment in complete shock before opening and closing his mouth a few times.

"Now would be a good time to put me down, Sergeant." I shot an annoyed glance at Pac as he lowered me to the ground, reaching a hand out to pat down the front of my vest.

"Jesus, Recker. I almost shot you in the face." Pac looked down at the ground as he adjusted the beanie on his head in embarrassment. I shook my head at him as I readjusted my gear. "I knew giving you a gun was a bad idea. What are you? Twelve?"

Pac looked up at me as I smirked at him. Pac was twenty-seven, but his boyish face kept him young aside from the usual wear and tear of war. That was what really showed in his tired eyes. I reached a hand out and pushed the beanie he wore down over his face, rubbing it in a little. He slapped my hand away and readjusted the beanie as another man walked into the room, taking one look at Pac and then at me. "Recker, I thought Irish was with you?"

"I thought he was with you, Sir." I watched Sergeant William Dunn pace in front of a row of windows before sighing loudly, wrapping a hand around the radio attached to his vest. "I'm breaking radio silence."

I tapped a finger to my radio to make sure it was still in full function as I walked forward towards the window where Dunn was standing. I felt a twinge of pain tug at my ankle and I grimaced, limping a few steps before regaining my composure. I felt a hand grab my left bicep and I looked back to see Pac looking down at my ankle.

"Did you sprain it? You're limping." Before I could stop him he bent down and began feeling around my shin and ankle, my hand reaching out to grab the front of his vest and pull him up. "It's fine. I just stumbled about sixty-two times, but I can survive with a little bit of pain."

Pac shot me an unconvinced look and shrugged. "If you say so, Jessaiya."

He turned away from me and walked towards Dunn, my face contorting into a look of annoyance. "You know I hate when you use my full name. You sound like my mother when I did something that she considered bad," I blinked hard once and then walked over to the window beside the one Pac was positioned at. "I'd like to not go back there."

I saw Pac glance at me from my peripheral vision, looking as though he was about to say something when Dunn's voice rose. "Irish! Get the hell out of there!"

Pac and I both shot our gazes to Dunn who was beginning to tear off boards that had been nailed to the windows. "Get these boards off and get ready to shoot. Irish is across the street and coming this way with some friends."

Pac and I both turned to our respective windows and began tearing boards down. There was a commotion across the street from our building and then screaming could be heard. I bent down to a knee and switched to my other gun, an MK11.

"Irish get your ass over here!" Dunn yelled down towards the street where Irish could be seen stumbling out of an alleyway with two men running after him. Irish fired a few rounds behind him while he ran, the two men scattering to cover as Irish once again stumbled to the ground. I squinted through the scope and aligned it with where one of the men was hiding, waiting for him to poke his body out. Rounds sounded from next to me as Pac shot at the wall where the second man was. The bullets bounced against the wall and a few more civilians scattered. The man I was focused on responded to the firing of Pac's weapon and stuck his body out from cover. I smirked and then pulled the trigger, watching the man bend backwards from the force of the bullet going through his head.

"Damn, Jess." I heard Pac laughing lightly from beside me, never ceasing his fire on the second man.

"Let's go, Irish!" Dunn shouted angrily down at Irish who was still firing his weapon haphazardly at the man still standing. A garbage can being knocked over caught my attention and I pointed my gun towards the sound, seeing two more men running towards a car as cover. They began raining fire on Irish as he ran.

"Two on the left!" Pac yelled out as he downed another man, Dunn aiming at the one closest to him behind the car. He fired a few rounds and hit him, the body falling to the ground limply. The remaining man stood straight up and once again began firing at Irish, his gun stalling and then jamming as I focused on him.

"Got 'em." I pulled the trigger and the man fell flat on his back. Pac sighed and then stood up, watching as Dunn motioned for Irish to come to the window. I strapped the MK11 onto my back and then stood straight, grabbing my SCAR-H as Dunn pulled Irish into the room, his breathing hard. He placed his hands on his hips and stood up, looking at all of us. "Thanks."

"Just be glad you weren't killed," Dunn crossed his arms and then looked between Pac and Irish. "What happened?"

Both men hesitated for a moment before Pac spoke up, a hand going to the back of his neck. "I think we got separated when we turned into a back alley. I turned around and Irish wasn't behind me."

"Yeah, there was a Russian waiting in a corner and he forced me to turn down another alleyway to avoid gunfire." Irish finished for Pac as Dunn listened to them, his face remaining neutral.

"Alright," Dunn nodded at the two men and then grabbed his weapon from beside the window, reloading it. "At least now we can get out of here and back to Valkyrie."

Dunn nodded at all of us and then made his way into an adjoining room. Pac followed behind Dunn and I walked forward towards Irish, patting a hand on his arm. He looked down at me with a slight smile and then straightened up, following me out of the room.

"We'll head to the extraction point immediately. We have the intel and that's all that matters right now." Dunn spoke as he continued to lead the squad down a long hallway, his gun raised at the ready in case more Russian forces decided to show up. The end of the long hallway opened up into a sort of courtyard. It looked exactly like the inside of the school: destroyed and sullen.

"We'll cut through here. The helo should be close to our location in a building not too far off." Dunn jumped down a short drop into the courtyard, Pac following behind him.

"More walking…" I heard Irish grumble from behind me and I smirked, jumping down into the courtyard with a thud. As soon as Irish's feet hit the ground behind me a few men ran out from the doors to our right, gunfire soon following. All of us ducked behind concrete structures, returning fire. A few of the men fell quickly leaving two of them to duck behind pillars.

"Sync shot, Irish!" I yelled over towards Irish and aimed towards the man closest to me. "Take the one on the left. On my call!"

"Got it!" Irish raised his weapon towards the man closest to him, flinching slightly when a few bullets scraped the top of his concrete cover. I looked between both men and as soon as they both appeared from cover to fire I yelled out to Irish. "Now!"

Various shots rang out and the two men fell to the ground, the room once again going quiet. I lowered my gun and then looked around, standing up when I realized no one was left. Dunn nodded at Irish and I. "Nice one, Recker, Irish," We nodded back at him as he looked around the open atrium. "Let's keep going."

I began walking forward ahead of the group as Dunn contacted Valkyrie again. I stepped over a few more destroyed concrete structures towards a room with broken out windows. I stuck my gun through the door first, my head peeking around second. I went to take another step when gunfire rang out again, shattering what was left of the windows. I smashed myself up against the wall, looking around the frame at a few stragglers. I aimed my gun at a few of them, taking them down quickly. Gunfire shot through the window and took down the last of the men, Dunn sticking his head through the window and looking down at the bodies when the coast was clear. He looked up and then towards me, raising an eyebrow. I slowly met his gaze and then smiled. "Uh, my bad. Probably should have stayed with the group."

Dunn remained silent as Irish and Pac came up behind me, Irish reaching out to punch me in the back of the shoulder. "Good going. Nice shots, too."

He smirked at me as he walked past, Pac smiling broadly as he followed behind. I shot an annoyed glance after them as we all moved forward, this time as a group. We walked down another hallway towards a hole in the ground, all of us jumping through it into a small room in the basement.

"A dead end," Dunn walked up to the wall at the back of the enclosed room, reaching a hand out to feel over it. "The extraction point should be on the other side of this wall."

He stepped back and then looked at me, nodding. "Alright. Make it sing."

I smirked at his order and then reached back into a pack, grabbing some C4 and a detonator. I walked forward and planted the explosives on the wall, walking quickly back to the group.

"Fire in the hole!" I yelled out to the group before pressing my thumb into the button, turning my head as the wall exploded with a loud bang. Dust and small debris flew towards us and when the dust settled sunlight was pouring into the dim room.

"Wonderful. Let's go." Dunn took the lead once again and hopped over the now destroyed barrier out into an expanse of trees and brush. We moved forward until we came to a clearing on a ledge overlooking a vast area of completed and semi-complete skyscrapers.

"There should be a building towards the center. That's where our extraction point will be," Dunn looked over the buildings and then reached for a tactical visor attached to his vest, handing it towards me. "Recker, scan the area."

I nodded at him as I took the visor, kneeling down with the rest of the squad. I set my gun down by my side and slipped the visor over my eyes, turning it on. I looked out over the area and noticed a few hostiles patrolling a small area just in front of us. I brought my gaze to one of the center buildings, which happened to be a semi-complete structure, and got the extraction coordinates. "I found our target."

I flipped the visor up and looked over at Dunn, pointing in the direction of the building. The squad followed my finger and looked at the building, Dunn nodding and smiling. "Good. Let's try and get over there without attracting too much attention."

"That seems to be a problem recently." Pac made a face and chuckled as Dunn and Irish took the lead, sliding down the short drop from where we were perched. I looked at Pac and shook my head, walking towards the edge. "Maybe just for you. You seem to make the most noise and attract the most attention," I looked back before jumping down the ledge, holding a finger to my chin. "Or maybe they're just attracted to the smell of fresh medic."

I smirked at Pac's scowl and jumped down from the ledge, looking back up to find Pac jumping down. He landed next to me and frowned, pushing me with enough force to make me stumble. "Remember you said that the next time you have a bullet lodged in your chest and you can't breathe."

I frowned and followed behind Pac towards the cover that Irish and Dunn were stationed behind, hunching down to survey the three hostiles in front of us. I looked at the group and motioned to each one. "They're all stationed far enough apart that stealth will easily take care of them. If you guys stay here and cover me I can get it done."

Dunn looked over at me and nodded, raising a finger in the air and motioning in a circle. "Take points, gents. Recker will take the hostiles."

Dunn and Pac took to the left side as Irish and I moved to the right. I quickly started towards a hostile standing near a gate, staying hunched down and keeping a close eye on the two other hostiles. Irish took his place behind a piece of large pipe and nodded at me to move forward. I crept up behind the first hostile, pushing my gun to the side as I reached for my knife, unsheathing it and holding it at the ready. I walked up behind the man and slipped a hand over his mouth, bringing my knife quickly to his throat and shoving it in, twisting it a bit to make sure he wasn't going to get back up. The body struggled in my grip a bit as I slowly lowered it to the ground, unhinging the knife from his throat and then moving on.

Irish followed behind once again as I moved towards another hostile just to the left of the first. I moved quickly and overstepped a slight ledge, coming up behind the man and repeating the same actions. I slid the body to the ground and then moved towards the last. I walked swiftly up behind him and then froze immediately when he glanced behind him, whipping around towards me and shouting out something in Russian. He hit a button on a radio positioned on his collar, screaming into it as a bullet made its way through his head. I relaxed as the body fell to the ground and turned around to see Irish, Pac, and Dunn quickly running towards me.

"Did he call in backup?" Dunn looked at me and I shook my head. "I don't know. He was screaming in Russian, but if I could make a guess I would say he started to."

"That means be on alert. They could already be moving in-" A flurry of bullets whizzed past Dunn's head and we all ducked down, scattering to cover. I slammed my back against a concrete structure and peeked over it, seeing a group of hostiles making their way into the area on trucks.

"I've got you covered, Tombstone. Give me some targets." A voice came over the radio as a large helicopter flew overhead, kicking up dust as it flew towards the building where our extraction point was located.

"Nice timing, Firebird. Aim for the trucks just ahead of us." Dunn spoke into his radio and Firebird gave the okay, hovering just a few feet before the hostile group. Bullets rained down on the group, taking out all of the first wave of men.

"I'm picking up a lot more heat signatures heading your way. I'll keep you covered." Firebird took flight once again and flew higher above the area. Dunn stood up and threw his arm out in front of him. "Move now!"

Irish, Pac, and I all stood up and made a b-line for another group of large pipes that could be used for cover, skidding to a stop behind them as another wave of hostiles moved into the area. I peeked around the pipe and was met with a flurry of bullets hitting the pipe just next to my head, my body snapping back to cover behind the concrete structure. I looked to my left and saw Pac firing at the hostiles from behind a broken concrete blockade. I made the decision that he had the advantage from the side and from behind a more solid form of cover.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I sprinted over to where Pac was positioned, bullets just missing my form. I jumped and skidded behind the cover Pac now had his back up against, slamming into him a bit as I stopped.

"Nice seeing you here." Pac looked at me and smirked, my head shaking in response.

"No time for pleasantries. We're in the middle of a gunfight." I smirked back at him before peeking over the concrete slab, firing towards a group of hostiles. Two of them went down and the other bolted for another location, Pac taking him down as he ran. Pac smirked and looked at me. "I'm almost as good a sharpshooter as you are now, Jess."

I looked at him and began to smile. My smile faltered when I saw another hostile running towards us from behind Pac, his gun up and ready. I grabbed the front of Pac's vest and pulled him towards me, holding my gun out behind him and firing a few rounds into the man. He fell to the ground lifeless as I sighed, sitting back on my butt as Pac stared over at the body.

"Jesus." He let out a breathy sigh of relief as he looked at me, my eyes going up towards the sky.

"Firebird, can you see the group in front of us?" I spoke into my radio as I darted my eyes around the sky looking for the helicopter.

"Already on it, Recker." Firebird could be heard descending from the sky, hovering once again in front of the group of hostiles. Bullets rained down and took out the remainder of the hostiles, leaving a clear path towards our extraction point. "I'll meet you at the top."

With that, Firebird took to the sky again, hovering around the top of the building. We all began moving quickly towards the building, continuously scanning the wide open area for more enemies. When we reached the building we slowed down a bit, heading towards a lift in the back of a hallway overrun by weeds and other plant life.

"This shit is the best way up?" Irish's voice rang out and broke the silence, the skepticism apparent in his voice.

"It's the fastest and we don't have time to explore any other options, Irish." Dunn slapped Irish on the back as he walked past him onto the lift, the rest of us filing in behind. Irish leaned over the railing and looked up, his face scrunching. "I can't wait to see the terrace view at the top."

Pac snorted and smirked from beside him. "I expect to be blown away."

"Shut up and keep your eyes peeled." Dunn glared at both of the men and hit the button on the wall, bringing the lift to life. The lift began to rise rather quickly as we all stared out at the open land where we were in a gunfight just moments ago.

"Tombstone, you got hostile air!" Firebird's voice once again lit up the radio and the panic that was present in the pilot's voice put all of us on guard, scanning the sky for a threat.

"Oh shit! Fuck!" Irish ducked down as a helicopter came into view and began firing at the lift we were positioned on. The rest of us followed Irish's lead and took cover behind the short walls of the lift, the sound of bullets hitting the metal buzzing in my ears. The sound between the helicopter and the gunfire was deafening, forcing us all to keep our heads down as rubble and debris began to rain down around us. The lift suddenly began to rock and then disconnected from the wires on one side, tilting the car and forcing us to slide out onto a higher floor.

"We're some lucky goddam bastards!" The entire lift disconnected from its wires and fell a few stories to the ground as Irish yelled out at us, motioning for us to move. "Get up, get up, get up!"

The rest of us scrambled to our feet and ran towards a staircase that led to another floor. The helicopter began shooting at us once more, bullets causing sparks as they hit metal beams in the small hallway we were running down.

"Fuck!" I felt a bullet graze the back of my thigh and I stumbled a bit, regaining my composure and keeping up a steady pace with the squad. We ran up the stairs and into a large room with windows, the helicopter keeping pace with us and hovering outside.

"I think this is the top floor!" Dunn yelled out over the noise of the gunfire, looking around and ducking behind some random structures. We all ducked down behind various structures as Firebird once again came over the radio. "Tombstone actual, where the hell are you!"

"Top floor, running!" Dunn screamed into his radio as an explosion rocked the building, causing a structure collapse on the far end of the room and leaving a makeshift ramp leading to the roof.

"Get to the roof!" Dunn yelled over the gunfire once again and we all made a run for the ramp, stumbling up towards the roof. The gunfire ceased for a moment as we emerged into open air, Firebird coming into view at the far end.

"Move, move, move!" Firebird yelled over the radio as we moved towards the helicopter, the sound of a second helicopter coming up on the left of us. The enemy helicopter hovered by us for a bit before moving towards Firebird, beginning to fire in their direction right before we reached it.

"Shit, get everyone in here now! The building's unstable!" Firebird's desperate voice rang out over the radio again as chaos reigned. The building began to shake below our feet and then collapsed slightly, forcing all of us to the ground. I slid forward towards Dunn as Firebird began to lose control. I stared up in panic as the propellers came down towards both of us, Firebird's panicked voice coming over the radio again. "Shit! Back up! Back up! I've lost control!"

Firebird got aligned just as it neared Dunn and I, flying over our heads with the enemy chopper right behind her. A large pillar creaked as it fell towards the building we were on, crashing into it and forcing the ground beneath us to collapse and drop all of us down to the floor below.

"The building is going fucking down!" Dunn screamed towards me as the floor collapsed once again, my body sliding on a slant towards the edge of the building. I attempted to grab at something to hold on to, but failed continuing to slide. I slid towards Dunn and he reached out towards me, my hand making a grab for his and missing. I slid uncontrollably towards the edge of the building and went over, grabbing the edge at the last minute and hanging on. I stared at the ground below me as my breathing got heavier, looking up just in time to see Dunn sliding off the edge. I made a grab for him with my free hand and caught his hand. My arm strained to hold his weight above the ground below and I let out a cry of pain, looking up through watery eyes as a few concrete slabs began sliding towards me.

My eyes went wide as the slabs hit the edge of the building and bounced off, chipping off the part that I was holding on to. My body fell backwards and Dunn's hand slipped from mine, both of us falling a few stories to the ground as concrete rained down above us.

An explosion lit up above me before the world went black.