Married To A Captain

Chapter 2

In war-ravaged land of Warzone A, conflict reigned. Soldiers lay scattered, some breathing their last breaths while others, barely alive.

The sound of distant gunfire echoed through the desolate terrain.Akram, a severely injured soldier, weakly reached for his walkie-talkie.

His voice, barely audible, crackled over the airwaves. "Blue Whale to White Tiger... Blue Whale to White Tiger... we urgently need Arctic Fox and his team."

The reply was immediate. "This is White Tiger. Arctic Fox and his team have been deployed. Hold your position. Over."Relief washed over the remaining soldiers. They knew who Arctic Fox was.

His name sent chills through the enemy ranks and brought hope to his comrades. He was a man with an unmatched reputation, a commander who had never failed a mission, no matter the cost.

Far from the battlefield, in a hidden military base, a commanding voice cut through the air. "Give me the report, Ace."Ace, a battle-hardened soldier with a scar that ran across his  face, stepped forward. "Captain Bulama and his men are pinned down in Warzone A. They're surrounded. Most are injured, and we've lost several men."

Arctic Fox's steely gaze locked onto the map of Warzone A. His tone remained cold and calculating. "We'll hit them from the rear. Prepare the weapons. We leave immediately."

Within moments, Arctic Fox and his elite team were airborne, heading straight for the heart of the battlefield. They were armed to the teeth, ready to storm the enemy stronghold. As soon as they landed, Arctic Fox led the charge, swiftly neutralizing enemy guards with precise shots.

The enemy didn’t even have time to react."Move," he ordered.They advanced into the enemy base, taking out anyone in their path. The sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air, mingling with the cries of the dying.

Blood splattered the walls, and bodies hit the ground as Arctic Fox's team pushed forward, their bullets unrelenting.

Minutes later, the base was silent. Arctic Fox stood among the fallen enemy soldiers, their lifeless bodies strewn across the battlefield. But there was no time to rest."Find Captain Bulama," he commanded, his voice hard.

They moved deeper into enemy territory, their eyes scanning the smoke-filled air. Hours passed, but finally, they found Bulama's team—wounded, exhausted, but alive."Arctic Fox," Captain Bulama greeted him weakly, a pained smile on his face. "I knew you'd come."

"Save it," Arctic Fox replied coldly. "We need to get out of here."His team quickly moved into action, securing the injured soldiers and preparing them for evacuation.

Arctic Fox himself helped Bulama to his feet, half-carrying him as they made their way back to the choppers.As they lifted off, leaving the war-torn battlefield behind, the base commander anxiously awaited their return.

When word finally came through that the mission was successful, a wave of relief washed over him."They've done it," the lieutenant reported. "Captain Bulama and his men are safe."When the choppers touched down, Arctic Fox emerged, his arm around Bulama, helping him out.

They were both bloodied, but they were alive."Welcome back," the major said, his voice filled with admiration. "You did well."Arctic Fox nodded silently.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke louder than anything he could say. He was a soldier, a leader, and in the eyes of many, a hero.

As Arctic Fox helped Captain Bulama out of the chopper, the weight of the mission hung in the air, thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, always alert, always calculating.