My Soldier (Brittana fan fiction)* Discontinued*

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Brittany's POV

A week later

"STAND BACK!" I warn loudly, my gun aimed at the Taliban holding an AK-47 up to this little girl's head as her parents are forced to watch. I could shoot right now, send a bullet right through this murderers head but he'd most likely fire and then another child would be killed, amongst the many thousands in Afghanistan.

The male Taliban wearing a balaclava smirks as he taps the barrel of the rifle against tangled brown locks, locks of a 5 year old. The girl being held at gunpoint cries loudly, tears staining her sunburnt cheeks as she already knows her fate. My eyes narrow as I lock eyes with the radicalised male, warning him that I am not afraid. He knows I'm capable of killing him but the thing is he doesn't care, these people will die for each other just to cause some chaos.

"LET THE GIRL GO!" I shout, tapping my finger against the trigger of my rifle. His eyes flicker down to where my finger is with a smirk before standing tall and digging the barrel of the gun further into the girls head making her cry out in pain and fear. Her parents who are being forced to kneel sob and plead for the enemy to let their daughter go but that just eggs them on.

"هر سرباز در این سوراخ گه وجود دارد ؟" He chants and I glance at Joe who is to my left and Private Parker who is to my right, mentally telling them to get ready. Looking back at the scene in front of me, he glares icily at me and it's like the next few minutes happen in slow motion. I see him, his finger moving to the trigger of the semi-automatic rifle and the glint in his eyes as his mouth moves slowly. My heart hammers in my chest as my grip on my rifle tightens, my eyes flickering over to the man who has his hands in the parents hair, forcing them to watch what's going to happen. It's all a daze as the screams of terrified civilians around me drown out, the chant still processing itself through my brain.

My finger curls over the trigger as my eyes flicker from the enemy to the screaming girl, absolutely terrified of what to come. "هر سرباز در این سوراخ گه وجود دارد ؟" He grins and that's when I know, but I'm not fast enough because he pulls the trigger and the girl who was screaming is now sprawled out on the floor in front of me. I fire almost instantly and watch as he falls back, the gun he was holding dropping by his side as a puddle of blood forms.

All in an instant the screams come back to life and everything is normal. I look at the parents who are screaming in shock and agony of watching their baby girl, looking at her lifeless body in a pool of her own blood. I didn't even realise that Joe had shot the guy who was holding the parents. My stomach drops in guilt as I stare down at the little girl, the back of her head caved open from the force of a semi-automatic round. My gun hands loosely from my chest and I step back, just a few steps to distance myself from the scene in front of me even though it keeps replaying in my head.

Blood. I'm covered in her blood. The force of the bullet to the brain caused it to splatter all over myself, PVT Parker and Joe. Just another child to add to the list. Another child whose life has been taking away from them. More guilt and more wounds.

That little girl's face is scarred into my brain…

Gasping, I jolt up into a sitting position and look around frantically to notice that I'm in the tent, laying in my cot. It was a dream—a nightmare. More like a reminder of what happened 3 days ago. Exhaling deeply, I run my hands through my blonde locks before scanning over some of the empty cots, some soldiers are away but a handful of them aren't coming back. I glance over at Private Parker who is sleeping soundly and it's fair to say I'm a tad jealous, I haven't been able to get a good sleep since I've got here. Especially after what I've been through these past few weeks.