Hero (Camren)

Prologue

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"Let's go!" The green eyed girl yelled at the top of her lungs while reloading a new magazine into her gun. "Malik and Styles" She called the names out of the closest two privates, "I'm going out for her. Cover me!"

"Roger that Sergeant Jauregui!" The two boys responded immediately, following her lead in shooting down the enemies while they ran towards their fallen soldier.

"Hansen!" Lauren shouted, seeing her best friend unconscious in the middle of the open war zone. "Hansen, can you hear me?" She knelt down on the ground as Harry and Zayn kept firing their guns. "Dinah, don't you dare die on me now you son of a bitch." The girl joked, checking out the wounds.

Her best friends legs were both shot, one bullet skimmed her left calf while two were lodged in her right thigh. Blood was quickly spilling out of her body, but it wasn't an unusual sight for Lauren. Through her four endless years on the battlefield, she has seen and been through almost every situation imaginable.

"The bullet is stuck right in the artery" Lauren screamed out, "If I pull it out, then she'll bleed out too fast."

"What do you want to do, Sergeant?" Zayn yelled over the gunshots.

Lauren looked at her surroundings, but it was nothing she hasn't seen before. Half of the buildings were blown up or torn down, with old rusty cars in the middle of the street and a string of hanging clothes just swaying in the air above. Her privates, the closest people she has to call "friends", were shooting at the enemies in black while screaming in fear or pain from being shot.

"I'm taking her" Lauren spoke up, swinging her gun behind her own back as she placed her arms in between the straps of Dinah's fifty pound backpack.

"With all due respect Sergeant, but are you fucking crazy!?" Harry saw from the corner of his eyes. "Private Dinah Jane Hansen is a six foot tall woman, carrying all her gear!" He yelled over his shots. "You're thinking of pulling her out of the streets?!"

"Crazy is the only way you'll make a name for yourself out here, Private Styles." Lauren smirked before using all of her power to pull her best friend into safety. "Let's move!" She demanded as she made way to safety with the two boys closely watching over her.

They got to the side of the building safely, where the sounds of gunshots were now minimal. After minutes of shooting, Lauren figured that her men finally took down the majority of the enemies.

"Call the medics." She demanded Harry as she dug threw her bag for her emergency kit.

"So that's why your bag is ten pounds heavier than the rest of ours," Zayn looked inside at all the medical supplies his Sergeant kept. Lauren smiled back before going all in on Dinah's legs. She applied pressure and did her best to tend to her other wounds, like stitching the skimmed calf and the removal of one of the bullets.

"Medics will be here in two minutes, they're coming with the rescue squad. We're going back to base." Harry informed, realizing that the girl had already taken most of the job to herself.

"Sergeant!" Niall Horan, another Private, had come around the corner holding a radio in the air. "Ther-" As soon as Lauren looked up, a bullet had pierced through the blonde boys body. Two more went through even after he went down, and she knew that the head shot was critical. Harry and Zayn shot down the enemy shooters quickly, while Lauren ran to the boy who was now on the verge of dying.

"Niall, stay with me." Lauren took off his helmet, but there was no luck. The bullet went through in between his eyebrows and out the back of his head. "Fuck!" She slammed her arm down hard before speaking into the small walkie talkie on her shoulder. "Sergeant Jauregui, Squad 53. We have a man down, repeat. Man down."