Amidst the sea of camping tents in the war zone , jungkook flanked by comrades Clinton and Derick , takes a momentary respite.
Clad in battle-worn gear, he feels a mix of weariness and determination.
The air is tense, carrying the weight of impending conflict, yet the camaraderie among peers provides a brief refuge.
The surroundings echo with hushed conversations and the rustling of canvas , a temporary pause in the relentless rhythm of war.
The young soldier's gaze is fixed on the horizon, where the second phase of their mission looms, a daunting yet inevitable reality.
Its everything he imagined it to be , their muscles are worn out , its been 8 months away from their home land , away from the warmth of their loved one in bed , away from the sight and feel of a woman for some , 8 months away from the taste of homemade dishes , meals that would leave their tongues craving more and watery.
Its been 8 months of the low ominous hum as the missile propels through the air or the bomb plummets toward its target. The sound echoing as it traumatized the hearing.
" Mate "
" Aye! " jungkook nods , buff and tall , dirt on his cheeks and dust on his lashes , the harsh dry wind blowing freely , watching clinton come up closer.
" you good? " clinton pants , breathing out.
" yeah , all geared up and ready " jungkook says , referring to the sixteenth offensive he and the comrades are to make soon enough on the opponent.
" alright , commander summons you though , he's in the tent " clinton says.
" why? Did a letter come in? " jungkook's heart ponders , recalling the moment he walked out of his previous life , all manned up and determined to go quickly and return , shockingly he has received zero letters from home.
The stone cold look he'd carry seeing other comrades with hopeful looks reading letters from home while he got none , was quite pitiful.
Perhaps taehyung has grown to hate him that much , well not his fault , he'd hate himself too if he walked out on him having his baby and promising a life of sunshine with a diamond ring.
" Don't know " clinton says , them heading into the tent.
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" Sir! " jungkook and clinton pay their respects , on at ease , hand raised in the air to their temple , offering a salut to the commander.
The commander clad in a meticulously arranged military uniform, adorned with the insignia of rank and medals earned through battles.
He has a stern look on his face , shoulder's uptight " You're dismissed soldier , leave us " he speaks , referring to clinton who salutes him before making his way out.
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