The Betrayal's End

ay as part of The Elite Strike Force

tion in the middle of a dense fo

on the reports that made their way around the base like high school rumors. I am always ordered around and trained the hardest since I am one of the lesser ranks within the military for

However, he was a Lieutenant at the time and nearly became a Sergeant. Not one day passes where I don't think about how my father never returned from his last assignment when I was merely a child. I came home from school that day and found my mother crying on the wooden porch of our house. She brought me into her arms and had to explain that my father was never going to

tern faced a series of mountain ranges which myself and new recruits are taken on regularly to help build our strength, resilience, and stamina. Down South, the tower looked over a large windy river that stretched for God knows how long. I assume it eventually met the ocean where the Western tower faces the coastal shores. It is a pretty view. I have seen many sunsets and sunrises over the past ye

briefing room which is located

s of important intel. In the center of the room is a rather large oval table with chairs cro

place to discuss formations, routines, rotations, and even future plans of attack when and if we needed to engage on the offense or defense. Luckily,

d to a seat at the table like school kids that ente

y" Lieutenant

morrow, we must

and hard stare at Chris as if to te

sat opposite her with one leg crossed over the other, t

at

ext mission. His dark, thick, black curly hair covered most of his forehead, making

lanning a major attack. We're given a choice to e

Our enemy. I hear that some of our newly recruited scouts have gone missing be

t me g

t of casualties? Our scouts go missing, our convoy of supplies and resources - looted. W

hroat and proceeds to regain a serious composure

orner of the Southern outskirts of Nha T

city are well known around here due to some recent events and rumors about a plague possibly spreading there. As I looked around the room, I noticed all

re everywhere. It will be dangerous and the risk definitely outweighs the reward

e first place? Secondly, How do you pl

s a scalpel as he brushed away a lock of curls, finally, I can see his face. He wears glasses and always carries a pack of cigarettes in his right breast pocket because he thinks it looks cool. I know that he smokes. He may be more talkative than an

th as an unknown deadly disease started to decimate cities. They think that it is unfair for those who are not infected by the disease aren't

and our tech gear too. And I am sure they're also the reason for our scouts to go missing too but that is yet to be d

t anyone noticing a large squad of troop

This job does require total trust between your brothers and sisters in arms, and an act of silent obedience. There is a village that

a large squad of troops invading into their territory?" I

onel said calmly and continued. "We can infiltra

ook his head. Everyone else went quiet again and listen

t's our goal to rescue the villagers. If necessary, we might even need to

t of noise, the dark is supposed to hide our presence, but, even we can't see in the dark either. A big disadvantage for u

se villagers. It sounds like a suicide mission as we have no real idea as to wh

looking at each member of The Elite Strike Force, waiting for

nk of something that wouldn't attract unwanted attention. Then, it hit me. "...they'll be left behind..." Silence filled the roo

s like that. Some of us have families and friends waiting back at home for our safe return. vow right here and now that every single one of us will come back to base and return to our homes after this mission and any further missions we make. No one will get left b

ore lives are you willing to lose?!" "Don't forget that you're just a Private, Casey! Don't you ever forget that! You're only twenty years old! You have no authority to lead an enti

ow your orders blindly like a mindless animal! I know how this goes, all the risks of serving in the military, but we ar

confusion. His gaze then quickly sof

d be keeping all of us alive and not feed us to the fucking wolves

ly, but he grabbed my arms firmly and held them behind my back before forcing me to sit back down. I

be taken off this force. I sugges

eddened face. I don't agree with his orders, but I need to follow them to avoid being dismembered from The Elite Strike