Her Soldier (Maggie Greene)

Chapter 2

Noel's POV:

I move stealthily towards the orphanage that's about four miles ahead with Davidson at my side and the rest of my team scattered behind me. The small girls in there are being held by our enemy soldiers and it's our jobs to bring them to safety.

"Delta team A reaching mile mark 4," I spoke quietly into my ear piece hearing confirmation on the other end.

   "Wait, hold your positions!" A young pilot Flynn our eyes in the sky exclaims making all of us stop instantly and lay flat on our fronts with our weapons aimed.

  We stay silent for a few minutes that felt like eternity. "What is it, Private? What do you see?" I quietly question and look through the scope on my weapon at the orphanage where I see a few men walking around with AKs.

"They know where you are! They have an MG 34! Permission to fire?!" He exclaims quickly and I look everywhere trying to see what he's talking about.

  It's not an MG 34, it's a sniper. "Dropping Napalm for ammunition," Flynn spoke making Davidson's eyes aloud with mine go wide.

  I jump to my feet with Davidson and run towards the orphanage. "Don't Private! Wrong ammunition! It's a sniper not a MG 34, repeat not an MG 34! NO!" It was too late the bomb was already in its course.

   "RU-," I get cut off by the explosion wave hitting me and my team who all fly back, landing on our backs harshly.

   I gasp in pain and glance towards the orphanage that's completely destroyed. Something landing a couple of feet from me caught my eye and my breath stolen from me as I notice it's a little girl burned and dead.

  I gasp loudly and sit up panting heavily as I grunt in discomfort. It's the same nightmare. I lay back down with a heavy sigh and rub my eyes roughly. The same goddamn nightmare.

A nightmare that really happened. I throw the covers off of me and decide to take a shower to help me cool down.

A young pilot flyer made the wrong choice and sent a Napalm bomb to destroy our enemy when he thought they had a MG34 but it was just a sniper.

I tilt my head up so the cold spray can hit my face and let it cool me off. He killed every single person in that building, child and adult.

All he got was a slap on the wrist which he got really lucky with and plus the trauma of knowing what he did to those kids is punishment enough.

Even just seeing it I've been having constant nightmares, I can only imagine what that kid is going through.

   I rinse off and step out of my shower then wrap the blue towel around my body. I open my cabinet and take out a pill bottle that my therapist subscribed me and take one pill that I quickly washed down with some water from the sink. My team and I got sent home to deal with our trauma of the mission along with our own therapist. Plus it was our last mission before we could go home for a break.

     I guess they contacted them before we left the base and let them know what's going on. I dry my hair and quickly run a brush through it before tossing my towel in my hamper then walk out of my bathroom towards my bedroom where I put on my socks and combat boots then put on my necklace with my dog tags.

I walk to my kitchen and go in the fridge seeing half of a sub on a plate from last night so I grab it and a water before sitting on my table to eat it.

  My phone beeps and I pull it out of my pocket to look at it. It's a message from my therapist reminding me about our appointment today scheduled at 10:30.