Osea in our world (Discontinued)

Temptation of Heat

A/N: If you find the title of this chap is kinda sus, then you are right

This chapter was made because I lost a bet. I have little to no experience on this topic, nor any friend I know does, so skip or read at your own will.
I should NOT have gambled over Wagner’s loyalty to Prigozhin.
I hope that I won’t get banned from posting this, if so, my second account would still be named Nacoli

19:20 21/9/2024

“Ameri, concentrate”

In Brindisi, the pilots are enjoying a few of their last free days.

It has been three days since the final resistance pocket of the Russians in Germany surrendered their arms, but IOC’s costly plan to reconquer Eastern Europe was done way before that, less than half a week after the encirclement was completed. Czech, Croatia and several more nations were freed after two days, while it wasn’t until yesterday that the Poles managed to push the Belarusians out of their territory.

The coalition is now gathering force in that country, in preparation for an assault on the Russians remaining in the Balkan. Moreover, IOC needs a more diverse army to resolve conflict between the fled Turkish stationed in Greece and the local army. Therefore, it is almost time to say goodbye to this beautiful airbase. Tomorrow, they will leave Brindisi for a new base in Greece.

For their last day of stay, in the cafeteria, the pilots are gathering in groups for their leisure. The Hospitallers occupied one fourth of the room and turned it into an unofficial church and preached for their fellow Catholic followers. Meanwhile, Talisman and the Cosmos are chatting together, his time with the Czechs had lessened his aggressive attitude toward them.

Trigger and Mobius are playing chess, more accurately, Trigger is teaching his captain how to play, because she only knows basic rules about how chess pieces should be moved. He won every match that he played fairly, while at the same time condescending Mobius a few games. Everytime time it happened, Mobius immediately knew that Trigger wasn’t seriously playing with her and lectured him for doing so.

But to be fair, it was partly Mobius’s fault. Once in a while, Trigger would see her looking at the board for a very long time, with her face telling him that she didn’t put her mind into the matches, but something entirely different. Eventually, Trigger grew tired of it. At the start of the fourth match, seeing his opponent is like that again, Trigger raises on his free hand, knocking lightly on Mobius’s head to call her back:

“Still feeling guilty?”-he asks, looking at Mobius.

“Yes, I know they are enemies, but… I don’t want to slaugh the Russians either. Feeling like that I am the evil here, despite just doing my righteous duty.”

“Me too, the feeling of killing a large number of people, whether or not they are felons or innocences, friends or foes, foreigners or compatriots, it can be horrifying for the toughest of us. A pilot told me so.”

“That said, you look surprisingly at ease.”

“I have to accept the truth. Things have been done, there is nothing we can do now except praying that they will rest in peace.”

“I see. Okay, I think I feel much better.”

“So you play?”

Trigger picks up a pawn and moves it forward, signaling the start of the game, but Mobius rejects-”I think I had enough for today. I will go back to my room. Can you accompany me for a while?”

Mobius raises out her right hand toward Trigger.

“Sure”

Brindisi had been clean of snow, at least on the runways, the result of half of morning working by the maintenance team and the excavators that are sleeping in the hangar corner of the airbase. It has been the mandatory process every morning since the early winter arrived in Europe.