To my right sits my best friend, a two years old German shepherd named Titan. He has been transferred to our team after his last owner stepped on a mine 7 weeks ago, the poor animal had to witness his owner's death. To my left, sits my other friend, an M4 Carbine Rifle, it takes lives to keep me and my brothers alive. This is how things run around here, kill or be killed, hunt or be hunted, eat or be eaten. War is an horrible thing, but for me, it's all I want to do. It's the only thing keeping me sane, the only thing keeping horrible memories from haunting my nights.
I'm sitting at the shadow of a truck, drinking water like there is no tomorrow. It's very hot and we've been sitting all day waiting for orders from HQ. We are a team of nine, ten with Titan. We are all from different places with different stories, but we are all one. We act like one and we think like one.
I pet Titan while I give him a sip of water.
"We are going to run out of water if you won't stop soon, Al!"
*"Al, this is me. My full name is Alexander Reynolds.*
"Fuck you, Burns!" I say as I throw the empty bottle at him.
*Scott Burns is the youngest guy in the team. He's 18, it's stupid how kids like him are sent to fight wars and sent to witness struggle and killing. Most of this kids are confused and scared all the time. But not him, he acts like a child most of the time but he is one of the strongest persons I have ever seen, sometimes he's stronger than the rest of us combined. His father died serving when he was 16 and his mother was killed in the terrorist attack at World Trade Center. He came here seeking for revenge. I really hope he gets it.*
"Hey, I just really like keeping my body hydrated, ok? I won't be able to do that after you and your dog drink all the water." Says with a big smile on his face.
"Watch me!" I respond back with the same smile.
"If we die, it will be your fault."
A voice interrupts us:
"Have you heard anything from Team Two?"
It's Person.
*This is our staff sergeant, Ryan Person, he's a genius when it comes to war. He went to one of the most prestigious universities in the US, nobody knows why he didn't choose to become a lawyer or something, maybe he founds normal life boring. He's serious all the time and barely smiles or laugh. He's the type of guy that does everything by himself and does it good. With all of that, he's a very good leader. He does not have any children or even a wife, he always says that if no one cares about him, nobody will ever suffer if he dies. A cold bastard, this guy could survive the apocalypse alone.*
"All quiet, they are waiting for the sand storm to pass!" Shouts Dixie, our radio operator.
*Dixie or Michael Edwards. One of the most perfectionist persons I have ever seen in my life. He does everything with detail and he's very organized. He has a very good memory too. He's specialty is planning and predicting things. He's mind is a real computer. I've seen this guy fail many times, he gets angry and punishes himself for not doing good. He really tries to hide he's personality from others but it's almost impossible to not notice it.*
"Ok then, if the sky doesn't clear in 1 hour we'll have to do this without air support." Says Person
"Oh come one! If I stay here for two more minutes I'll die."
"You can't stand a little bit off heat, Al?" Says Burns towards me.
"You always have something to say about me?"
"I've got a full list of things to every guy in this team, don't feel special."
"Oh shut up!" You can hear Dixie's voice.
