For the rest of the day he seemed calm. John ordered someone else to deal with the tank. Unhappy they had to do it, but they knew not to talk back.
He told Steve to go take a rest, because he worked the night shift. Tho, the other tankman's thought it was shit.
Steve loved it, because all their enemies thought it was their weak point. Some of the tankman ended up dying but Steve was different.
When the where training to in the military. Steve had already learned the basic. So they moved him up early and he learned things quick.
Nobody questioned it but John did. Steve didn't have a record of where he came from. Who is parents are, and why he was there.
John asked him a couple times why he didn't have a record, but Steve would just ignore him.
He did all the work no matter how bad it was, (unless it's a tank) he didn't ask questions.
The night was dark, and the world world was quiet. The sound of crickets, and flies. Steve had walked around the base aleast ten times.
He toke a break, looking up at the sky he side. It was pretty. Tho, there were no stars, but there was a hint of purple.
After a while of enjoying the scenery, he heard a garage can fall over. He turned his body aswell a his gun, to face the direction of the sound.
His gun point was to meet with a person who was holding the head of another tankman.
Steve slow lifted his gun, ready to shot.
"Come back, you have better skills than everyone here." The person spoke. He toke a step forwards and Steve toke a step back.
"There's nothing for you here. You know that." The other male held out his hand, asking Steve to take it.
Steve's breath hitched.
"There is something for me here." Steve said as he stepped forward.
"Then what is it, or who is it?" Steve had to admit, he didn't really know but he knew there was something.
"I don't know, really." The person laughed at this. He knew he didn't know.
"STEVE?" He heard John yell from around the corner. He panicked.
"I'll be back." He disappeared into the night. Just a couple of seconds before John turned the corner.
"There was a unknown figure the halls of the base.?" John noticed that Steve was uneasy. "You ok......?"
"I'm fine. I'm going to finish patrol." Steve walked pasted John and began to walk around.
Was there really something for him here?
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Assassin's Instinct (Tankman x Steve)
FanfictionSteve is the youngest recruit in the military. He has sharp shooting skills, and he never gives in. No matter the situation. He keeps to himself and doesn't sleep working on tanks and likes the look of chaos. Something is after him, but he fights b...
