Discharged (The Loud House AU)

The Discharge

After His 10 Year Service, General Lincoln Albert Loud had finally been discharged, with his left eye and left lower arm being a sacrifice. He was in his 30's by now, sporting a nice amount of white beard hair, with it just being below his mouth

He had a mullet with still having his iconic white hair and cowlick. His freckles were still there, but more faint than when he first joined. Same with his chipped front teeth,which weren't sticking out anymore. He had a scar under his right eye and one on his jaw, seemingly looking like they came from a small gun or knife.

We come to flashbacks of the day before his arm and eye weren't gone.

In a Brazilian Jungle, cases of illegal drugs and human trafficking had been reported. Lincoln and his squad had been located there because of a company having shady business practices, which most likely had a link to the drug and human trafficking reports.

They had been noted to be active at midnight, 16:00, aka 4 AM in regular time. A squad of at least a hundred men started making their way towards the location of  the trafficking. The snipers climbed up the trees, trying to get a good shot. They camped out, with one person on the ground  in particular.

It was Lincoln Loud, the general of the army. He was the one assigned with this. So with at least 10,000 soldiers, he and his team were deployed. They set up base camp near a village, with enough supplies to last a while.

He had grown into a much stronger man, now having a six pack and thighs that could probably crush a strong walnut. They could, he knew it from a dare

He waited for the silent alarm to trigger, which would alert the 200 soldiers (100 on each side) to put on their gas masks and throw tear gas grenades at them. They had a plan ready. In case any escaped, they had men lined up around the place to catch the survivors or for backup. It was a kill on sight mission.

Suddenly, he heard the gang. He tuned into his radio and signalled all of the men to put on their gas masks and throw them on his count.

“three... two.... ONE!”

Smoke and gas filled the area, with the gang coughing and trying to cover their mouths and nose. Gunshots rang out, with both of them shooting at each other. Lincoln army crawled over to a running man. He was the head of the trafficking. He dashed towards the man, but something stopped him. A gunshot.

Right on his left lower arm.

He continued running, trying to dodge the bullets. He thought of his family while trying to survive.

Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily.

But it was just a wound! Lincoln wouldn't give up. He had never given up in his ten years. Yet why did he fell the need to stop?

He ran even faster, pouncing on the man and kicking away the box of liquid. The leader kicked away Lincoln's gun, with it landing in the plants. The Leader threw Lincoln on the ground, pulling out his bill hook machete.

It all happened in a flash. The man sliced off Lincoln's lower arm. The bone and muscle tissue breaking off in a sickingly squish and crunch sound. He then saw the man was rearing back his arms to finish the blow. But luckily, he had found his extra 6 barrel shotgun and shot the Leader twice in the head.

He heard some shouting, more gunshots, and footsteps before blacking out

Now back to the present, he was packing his things with the help of a nurse. He took some basic things. Like his clothes, gifts, postcards, etc. He still had to get used to being without an arm. He still had his upper arm, but he couldn't grab anything with that. The Albino just had to improvise.

Lincoln, once he had finished packing, headed to the bus stop, where he could go back to the US to see his family. He paused for a bit, taking off his camo hat and grabbed the picture inside of it. It was a picture of his entire family. This was right before he left for the Army. Once he saw that exact photo, he tried his best not to cry. It had been a decade since he had seen them. What if they were dead? No no no! He would've gotten a letter or a notice about that.

The Man With The Plan (Trademark Pending) was just thinking about all of the possibilities. He had hoped that they were successful and not poor and in a bad condition. He had hoped he could get at least a phone call. He had never gotten one as whenever he called, no one answered. No pickup, no mail, no nothing. He doesn't even remember their voices. He was a mess.

He could handle the most scariest of things, but a simple child was his weakness. He could never hurt one. That had gotten him nearly killed on several occasions, especially when cruel people made children into killing machines or suicide bombers. He just wept to himself in the hall, waiting for the bus.

After a half an hour, the bus had finally arrived and to be sure, it was the same number bus they had sent to send him home. He had the help of the bus driver to put all of his stuff in, because of the the... Ya know... The missing arm?

Once he had gotten in his seat, the bus driver looked back at him, feeling sorry for Lincoln. “Hey, uh, are you goin' be alright?”

“Yea, it's just worry”

“Been there”

The bus drove off, going towards the local airport. It supported a military plane made for bringing in new recruits and sending home old soldiers.

Lincoln would be home soon.

He Knew It.

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