Live, Die, Repeat - In Fur

Chapter 1

"Where am I?"

I stood there in question...

It never came to you if something went wrong as you reset. Usually you would just die and wake up at a set point in time but never would it teleport you somewhere else

"Am I hallucinating or something?"

You could immediately tell that you weren't in the right place. Clear as day, you could recall blasting a guys head off in a congested alleyway with 12 bullets left in your rifle. This was followed by an explosion to your left as a makeshift APC rolled through the corner, the turret quickly turning to your position as you dove into a corner.

Your platoon commander taking cover behind a corner with the rest parallel to you, barking orders on where to go and what to do. But as the countless times you had done you ignored him with most orders. You wouldn't take to the level of complete disregard as to not get court marshaled however. You followed his commands to a T on certain times but it only got you so far. 

You would tell him about your ability but that would be another loose end to tie off in the long run and you for sure didn't want a case like last time to happen.

'Everyone in here has something made to kill them at the right time, no matter what you do, you'll still get killed.' Was a reminder a friend would tell you frequently.

The Irony on how it applies to your life was sickening as nearly everything you encountered in battle had killed you at various moments. From bombs to bullets, to knifes, to grenades, you had died from such at least once. You even got toasted alive in a tank thanks to an ATGM hitting the ammunition. The way how your flesh peeled to the heat of the shell cooking was a scarring experience you would never forget. 

And yet you still woke up in the same place: The barracks, room 4C. Hot and terrible as sweat and grime filled the place before an alarm for 6:00AM would ring on the side of your bed, prompting you to wake up. This time however, was different. 

The geography didn't even come close to where you were deployed, the trees and rain was something you hadn't felt ever since going to the desert. It was cloudy with a chance of rain as the wind blew the smell of trees, faint smoke, and singed metal across the place. Amidst the confusion you were feeling, it was relieving to see something besides the deserts and sandy buildings you were familiar with.

"No...this can't be it! I C-CAN'T LEAVE THEM BEHIND!" You yelled in rage and frustration as you struggled to grab the nearest gun and end yourself. You were in the middle of a battle aiding your crippled defenses with success, a promise you kept to make sure that everyone would come out of it alive, a promise you had always done and succeeded somehow. 'It would be an insult to myself to abandon them now!' You grit your teeth as you brought the gun to your head and fired

*BANG*

Despite your determination and the three times you reset, you were still here. In the rain, in the middle of a battlefield you couldn't recognize, in the end no matter how many times you killed yourself...you were still here.

For the first time in a long, long while, you sobbed and collapsed to your legs. All the efforts you had made were in vain. Your promises, void and without weight as you imagined the countless ways they could've died. But amidst that, you told yourself that they were capable. 

They had trained long and hard with you, sometimes under your command as a dedicated and unwavering group. With the skills you taught them, you were sure they could handle themselves. 

"A-...Alright...its fine...T-they'll be ok...I can manage and they can too..." You spoke between hitched breaths as you patted yourself down. Your arms, legs, and torso was still there with some scarring due to multiple resets. Everything else besides the environment was normal.