The Medic

Chapter 3- New Training

Fort Ombré
Training facility

Gustave: Good good Y/N.

I stand at attention hands behind my back and my beret off to the side of my head sweat coming down my face as I just finished sparring with my father.

Gustave: Stop being so formal with me boy.

He tried to smack the side of my head so i tried to duck but he being the much better trained soldier hit me.

Y/N: Ow you bastard I'm trying to train and be a more formal leader.

My father got a tick mark on his forehead and advanced towards me.

Y/N: Hey Hey chill.

I waved my hands in front of me and started advancing back.

He stopped his advance and started tapping his foot.

Gustave: Your going to be meeting your very own brigade in only 2 years. You better get ready for this.

He looked at me with a stern look and crossed his arms.

Y/N: I know I will be ready this time father.

Time skip 2 years

I wore my black suit with my green undershirt and black leather gloves. I walked down the very similar white corridors and suddenly I arrived at the door that led to the giant auditorium. On the other side waited just about 7,000 men waiting to meet there new captain.

I pushed open the door and the all the chattering in giant room stopped. I calmly walked out onto the stage the clicking of my shoes echoing through out the room. I got up to the microphone and crossed my arms behind my back and put my legs together a Sign in the French military from a higher person in command to salute.

I watched as almost half the auditorium got up out there legs together and saluted, the other half looked confused but got up and saluted as well getting the memo. I scanned the room and met eyes with a person who I recognized as the kid who was talking shit about me a couple years ago he was still sitting in his seat legs crossed. I stepped away from the mic and down the walkway hands still behind my back.

The others watched with confused expressions as I calmly walked down the walkway an expressionless look on my face. I got up to the guys seat and stared at him.

Y/N: You know the custom of saluting someone higher in command now get up.

The man scoffed at me and got up he was about 3 inches taller than me still impressive as Im about 6.3.

???:Im not gonna take orders from some pretty boy who got the job from begging to his father.

I stared into his brown eyes which showed rage.

Y/N: My father has nothing to do with this, now stand up and salute your commanding officer.

The people around us who weren't French looked at me with confusion.

???: Huh so all you don't know. Hahah.

He turned around towards everyone else in massive room.

???: THIS KID HAS JUST HAD HIS 18 BIRTHDAY.

I listened as the room erupted into some laughs and the French people among us felt insulted.

Y/N: My age is irrelevant now your disrespect will not be taken lightly.

He let out a massive laugh that filled the whole room before he made the biggest mistake of his life.

???: HEY TO ALL YOU NON FRENCH YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS KID ON HIS FIRST MISSION LEFT HIS TEAM TO DIE AND SAVED HIS OWN SKIN.

The room quieted down and now hatful glares were directed towards me, the big guy was about to turn and laugh or something but didn't have the chance as I grabbed his body and flipped him over me.

He landed with a thud and coughed the air being knocked out of him. I squatted over him and began to bring my fist down on his face. The auditorium was completely silent expect for the sound of my fist hitting his face the cracking of bones and teeth and his painful cries.

After a couple more minutes off hammering my fist down onto his face he was a complete mess most of his teeth gone his nose broken on every side and his face was covered in blood.

I picked him up by his collar and dragged him out onto the stage. I threw his now corpse like appearance body next to he microphone and pushed a button to call for some medical staff.

Second his command of the SIF(Supernatural Investigation force.)
Craig Jenson
USA Navy Seal

I watched as the the new leader of our task force beat a disrespectful soldier and put him in his place. I sat nervously and he stepped up to the microphone and cleared his voice.

???: Good afternoon Gentlemen, my name is Y/N Kateb but you will refer to me as captain, Sir or Mr Kateb. As you all know the nations of Germany the United States and France have come together to create the SIF a force made to combat the new threat of the supernatural to the peaceful world. I have taken over command of this new unit and I expect everyone to be ok with this fact. It may be true I am 18 years of age but my experience in the field is nothing to scoff at.

I listened as the clearly French man introduced himself and what the point of the unit is, we all already knew this but it's a common courtesy to introduce yourself. I watched as he cleared his throat again and began on another talk.

Y/N: I apologize for the inconvenience of this soldier but we have had a run in, in the past he talked behind my back and I taught him a lesson. Now I must be getting on my way to pack as you should all be doing. We are leaving at 4 am tomorrow morning to head to the town of Kuoh to set up a forward base we will be briefed tomorrow morning before we fly out so be at the meeting spot at 2 am sharp. Now I will excuse myself.

He Stepped away from the mic and crossed his arms behind his back waiting for our response, without hesitation everyone got up and saluted.

Everyone:SIR

I watched as he turned and began to walk to the door when two people busted through the door wearing lab coats.

Doctor: S-Sir from what we just saw this man has been hit in the skull so hard his Brain has been rattled and his body is shutting off.

The doctors were trying there best to heal the man but he still wasn't moving, they looked ready to give up when Mr Kateb sighed and walked towards them pulling a knife out his hip.

Y/N: Move.

He pushed the doctors out of the way his emotionless face never showing a sign of anything. He leaned over the not moving man and cut his palm dripping... green blood all over him?

We all watched in shock as the green blood flowed from his palm onto the mans head. We watched as the blood seeped into his head and began to stop him from bleeding, his nose cracked back into place and we saw his chest begin to move up and down slowly. The captain turned around to look at us his still dripping green blood.

Y/N: Don't be late.