The Face You Gave Me

Charles Hanks digs his left crampon into the icy slope of the cold Russian mountain. He can't help but feel scared. Tonight was the night he would actually fulfill the greatest achievement in his military career.he was to infiltrate a secret Russian base and assassinate general Kerkov. His squad mates were all feeling the same buzz. If this mission was successful the war would be over. They would go home heroes. Everyone in America would now there names.This was it. They were about to move in.

Charles bent down to remove his crampons when there was a shout behind him and he was shoved to the ground. Someone's full weight was on top of him, pinning him to the ground. A few shots whistled over head.

Whichever squad mate had just saved his life rolled off and grabbed a knife from his belt. Just in time as right at that moment a Russian soldier jumped on him. Charles grabbed his knife and made a lunge at the man. But another Russian came and grabbed his coat from behind. This stopped him from taking the death blow to the throat but he still caught the man across the face.

Blood splattered the snow making it turn deep red. Charles fell on top of the man who had pulled him back. Then a horrible sight met his eyes. The man he had slashed was slowly coming towards him,holding a knife. Blood was oozing out of the deep gash on his face. Charles struggled to remove himself from the mans grip but he couldn't. So he kicked out with his foot and caught the man in the face. He dropped the knife with a horrible gurgling scream. He fell back, spraying blood out of his mouth.

It took a second for Charles to realize what he had done. It was then that he realized that he was still wearing his crampons. His head started spinning at the thought. But he couldn't think about that because he saw a knife heading towards his head. He reached for the knife and tried to push it away but the man was to strong. He only managed to redirect the hand and it was stabbed into his shoulder.

"Aaaarrggh, you dumass motherfucking bitch!!" Charles scream echoed over the mountain.

He was done with this crap. He ripped the knife out of his shoulder and sliced the man who was holding him. Instantly the grip around his neck loosened. He jumped to his feet but slipped in the warm puddle of blood. The he realized that the man he had slashed in the face was still alive he saw the trail of blood leading to the base at the top of the mountain. Charles got dizzy at the thought again. He crumpled to the ground and started sliding down the mountain. Charles didn't notice. He only thought of the man and his face. The face he'd given him.