The red glare blinded his left eye, but he started to walk forward still. Not a drop of blood was spilled until they reached the top. Nicholas opened his left eye, the sudden light burning his left eye.
"You-!" Nicholas shouted.
"Me," Bluetooth said, smiling. Lauren's back was turned, Pauline just kind of shrugged.
"You didn't fire, though..." Bluetooth remembered.
Nicholas stormed off, then, before he forgot, he dismissed his men and told them to get some rest, even if they had only done a skirmish. They nodded and someone slapped his shoulder. He stumbled at first, but then he spun around with eyes of the devil. Lauren's right hand was over her left shoulder, and she was not looking happy. Who would be in this line of work?
"Don't treat your men like they did some big job, or else when a real problem occurs, they might break down."
Nicholas nodded at his superior and started marching off gallantly. "And what's wrong with your legs? They get sore from walking back and forth?" SHUT UP!
Nicholas walked off, trying not to look like a four year-old that had TV taken away, and quietly yet noticeably fumed under the shade of a tree. What could I have done better? Uh... He leaned the Eliminator beside him.
Well, whatever. I'm a sni- corporal, yeah, infantry corporal, and my men need to be ready for whatever comes. I guess I could up their simulations a bit... Oh, and that specialization of classes, too. He got up, sweeping the dirt and dust off of his hands.
"I've decided to separate us into our main units, support, snipers and heavies. Jenkins and you, Roger, are snipers. Best aim, you'll usually be with me or on your own. Heavies will act as frontline units or recon, or support, occasionally. That'll be you with the full-auto rifle and two subs, and you with that rocket launcher I know you've been hiding." Nicholas proceeded until it was 2 snipers, 2 heavies, 6 main and 4 support. Support being support fire, medics, recon, just fillers, really. The worst (relatively, but still good on their own) of the batch.
"Fantastic," he said, sighing, rubbing his hands together with an air of finality.
"What does this matter?"
Nicholas glared at him, or, her, actually, and waved it aside. "Bullseye Team (as he named it) won't always be with the main group, so we need to be able to sustain ourselves in a situation as if we were stranded with enemies."
It just occured to me that there are five girls here. How have I not noticed this? 'Cause I ain't a perv. Nicholas closed his eyes in frustration, cursing himself for his stupid humor, and opened them to find everyone walking away. "Hey! Wait, the simulation-!"
"That can wait," they all replied in unision.
Nicholas lay on the feathery dirt, appreciating the cloudless night. He closed his eyes and then shot them open. To sleep on a night like this, that'd be a waste. He smiled softly at the thought of sleeping on the ground when he heard footsteps. "What is it," he inquired, slightly ticked.
"Your next assignment, in two days, we're asking you to..."
Nicholas shut up, not bothering to sweep the dirt chunks clinging to his attire. He didn't waste time with this joker. If what he said was true, then...
"Nice camouflage," Lauren noted.
"They've ordered my team to kill themselves!" Nicholas shouted. Bluetooth rolled onto her back, her head looking upside down at him.
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Field of Vision
ActionI have no real experience in the military. Just putting that out there. I'm 8th grade. This story contains quite the blood scenes but I've died them down. In the works. No cursing. I feel like mature is for adults, so I didn't want to put it here bu...
