**A New Mission: Ash’s Hebrew Adventure**

Prompt: Rainbow six siege fanfiction ash takes a class to improve her Hebrew

Ash sat in the back of the dimly lit classroom, her eyes darting between her classmates as they all rustled their notebooks and chatted excitedly in Hebrew. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods wafted from the café next door, causing her stomach to rumble in protest. She had been a part of Team Rainbow for years, and battling threats across the globe came naturally to her. But mastering a new language? That was something completely different. Despite her expertise in strategy and combat, Ash felt a sense of vulnerability here, surrounded by eager learners and fluent speakers. The workshop had been advertised as a crash course in modern Hebrew, but to her, it felt like an uphill battle. She took a deep breath, recalling her motivation for being here. Knowledge was power, and language was a key that could unlock many doors. “Okay, class! Let’s get started,” the instructor called, pulling Ash from her reverie. He was a young man, energetic and passionate, with a gift for making the complexities of Hebrew seem simple. Ash admired his enthusiasm even as the daunting task ahead loomed over her. As the hour progressed, she learned basic vocabulary and phrases. The instructor emphasized the alphabet, its unique letters, and the right-to-left direction of writing, all of which felt nearly as foreign as parachuting into unknown territory. But with each carefully pronounced word, Ash felt a burst of determination. “Good job, everyone,” the instructor said after a particularly challenging exercise. “Remember, practice makes perfect. Try to speak some Hebrew during your daily routines. It will help you build confidence.” Ash nodded, her competitive spirit igniting. She would not just complete this course; she would master it. Taking out her notebook, she began jotting down phrases as they translated them: “Shalom” (hello), “Toda” (thank you), “Eifo” (where). Each word formed a small, tangible piece of the puzzle she was trying to create. Days turned into weeks, and Ash soon found herself looking forward to these classes, her classmates becoming friends. They shared stories over lunch, and she slowly began to weave her English with their Hebrew, often peppering her sentences with new words she picked up during the lessons. Interestingly, these shared moments also reminded her of the camaraderie she felt in Team Rainbow. One day during lunch, as she practiced her pronunciation with a fellow student named Jacob, he noticed her hesitation. “You’re doing great, Ash! But don’t be afraid to really let loose. Hebrew is all about emotion. Make it yours!” Ash smiled, feeling a boost of encouragement. “Thanks, Jacob. I just want to get it right. During missions, clear communication can mean the difference between success and failure.” “You’re in the right place then!” Jacob replied, grinning. “Imagine being on an op in Israel, and you’re able to negotiate a peace treaty or gain intel all because you spoke Hebrew! How cool would that be?” That idea ignited something in Ash. What if she could use this skill not just for herself, but also for Team Rainbow? The next day, during a particularly tough lesson, she brought it up with her instructor. “I’m part of an elite unit,” she explained. “We operate under extreme pressure, often in international territories. Is there a way to tailor this course to help me communicate during missions?” The instructor paused, clearly impressed by her ambition. “Absolutely! Let’s incorporate some tactical vocabulary and situational phrases. We can simulate scenarios where you might find yourself negotiating, interrogating, or gathering intel in Hebrew.” As weeks passed, their sessions evolved. Suddenly, instead of just drilling vocabulary, they found themselves role-playing fantasy missions to familiarize her with conversational phrases in high-stress situations. It felt as though Ash was gearing up for a new kind of mission, wielding language as her weapon. One evening, Ash found herself practicing at home in front of the mirror. “Mitzvah” (a good deed) rolled off her tongue, followed by “B’seder” (it’s okay). Her self-encouragement felt foreign, yet oddly reassuring. Her phone buzzed - a message from Mira, one of her Rainbow teammates. They were planning a new operation involving intelligence gathering in potential hostage situations in Tel Aviv, and Ash had to input her insights. Instinctively, she began writing down phrases that might be useful. “Ani rotzeh l’daber” (I want to speak), “Hasgacha” (investigation) and countless others filled her page. The day of the operation arrived, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Ash stepped out of the helicopter, the cold wind chilling her skin but igniting her spirit. As she maneuvered through the streets of Tel Aviv with her team, she felt an unfamiliar confidence surging within her. This time, they weren’t on the frontline of a battle, but a negotiation; it required precision, intuition, and clear communication. They approached the target—a group of corrupt officials holed up in a café. Her heart raced as they prepared for the confrontation. Quietly, Ash positioned herself on the sidelines, ready with both her weapon and her newfound skills. At the opportune moment, Jacob signaled her. “Now!” he whispered, and Ash stepped forward confidently, addressing the officials entirely in Hebrew. “Shalom, Marcachim! Ani rotzeh l’daber im’chem!” (Hello, people! I want to speak with you!). The officials’ surprise registered on their faces, and she felt the weight of her training coalescing into purpose. What followed was a tense exchange. Ash employed every tactic from her Hebrew classes, her well-practiced phrases flowing smoothly as she navigated the conversation. She could see it working; their hostility softened slowly as they recognized her proficiency. As the mission concluded with their safe extraction of information, Ash felt an overwhelming sense of triumph. She hadn’t just learned a language; she had turned it into an instrument of empowerment, connecting with a culture beyond her own. In the aftermath, the team gathered to debrief. “Nice work, Ash!” Mira applauded. “You handled that flawlessly!” “I couldn’t have done it without my Hebrew class,” she beamed, a sense of accomplishment radiating from her. “I feel like I just completed a whole new type of mission.” As they celebrated, Ash reveled in the knowledge that her journey of learning Hebrew was just beginning, with infinite possibilities ahead, intertwining her love for language and her commitment to Team Rainbow. She knew she could continue fighting, not just with her precision and speed, but with the language that had become her new ally—a bridge to new friendships and crucial connections worldwide.