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Thankful To Be Miserable With You: War!Reader

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Her life was war. She was born and raised in it. She called the graveyard her home and the battlefield her yard. Bullets and cannons created her lullaby. The eternal march of the soldiers to the front lines was as steady as her heart beat. The bodies the citizens buried those days, created what she was now. The people made her into an empire. There wasn't a day her country was at war. There weren't silent nights. There were spotlights to the sky are sirens screeched at the planes above. Trucks filled with soldiers trudging through the city and past her home was normal on any given night. She was born and raised for war but when the guns fell silent the world seemed to be ending.

It was Tuesday morning in a diner when the radio was turned up and the busy shop feel silent. The morning chattered died when the familiar beep came across and stopped the music. It was a long dragged out beep followed by the same dialogue as it always had been.

"This is an announcement from the national war center......repeat this is an announcement from the national war center....the capital has just been bombed.....repeat the capital has just been bombed......planes heading towards (city name)."

There was another dragged out beep before the citizens calmly all just stood and walked out of the diner leaving their food behind. It was an eerie quiet as they all moved in sync to their destinations. (Name) sat down her coffee and stood to walk out the door when she noticed out of the corner of her eye a group of men frantically talking trying to figure out what to do. She slowly approached them. There was four golden blondes, a charcoal and a platinum blonde. They all dressed in different military outfits and (Name) quickly understood their situations. Most casualties were caused by outsides who didn't have a place to hide.

"I take it you all don't know where the community shelter is?" (Name) said approaching the group.

"Community shelter?" questioned three of the blondes.

"Yes, you know bomb shelter."

"Could you take us there?" frantically questioned one man in the british uniform.

"Of course," (Name) said motioning for them to follow.

They quickly rushed after her as she walked out of the diner. They were practically stepping on her heels as they strolled down the street.

"I'm sorry but could we quicken the pace?" asked the brit as his eyes darted across the blue sky above.

"You do realise that it takes an hour for the plane to arrive right?"

The group arrived with plenty of time before the bombs arrived. People chatted no chantley about a multitude of everyday things. To say the least the foreigners were freaked out as a bomb exploded over head causing dust and dirt to fall through the ceiling. There was a radio was playing in the room. When the bombing had stopped the station was interrupted and they were told they could go outside once more. People dispersed from the shelter and continued on their day like nothing had happened. (Name) lead the men back to the dinner and she went back to where she was about to order except for the group asked her to join them and she did.

"My names Major Alfred F. Jones American Navy SEAL," said the blond that had asked her to join them.

"Colonel Arthur Kirkland, Royal Air Force, love," outstretched the Brit's hand. (Name) shook it.

"Commander Yao Wang Naval Group of China."

"Captain Ivan Braginsky, Red Fleet Submarine," he said with a smile.

"First Lieutenant Francis Bonnefoy, Armée de l'air" winked the frenchman.

"(Name) (Lastname) Blood Corp," she said with a smile.

"I didn't know women were allowed in the military," said Alfred, "so what do you do in Blood Corp? Are you like a nurse or something'?"

"Really I do the same thing as you do, except I get paid more than you would if you were in it, since you know you're foreigners."

There were dropped jaws before a jeep filled with other soldiers came for (Name). She wave goodbye to them before jumping into a military jeep outside. They found her later at one of the small island's bases. She had happily smiled at their arrive. She by then had changed into a full military clothing it was there where the allies learned more about (Name)."

"Gentlemen I present to you Lieutenant General (Lastname), has been leading our attacks up until this point. She will be with you when you go into combat, until then the General has asked for you all to go through a shortened version of our training."

They were lead to a locker room, where they were given new clothes to dirty. When they met (Name) and the other Lieutenant General on the field, both had also changed. The group were all given backs and put them on. A drill sergeant greeted them and gave his speech.

"From this point on you maggots will be derided, worked hard than you believe and pushed to your limits," was his last remark.

Then the march started. The group was marched for miles upon miles until they arrived to the actual training grounds. (Name) smiled as she looked at the beginners course. They were told to drop their gear and start the course. (Name) was in the back with Jones while her counterpart lead with Yao. They started by going through the mud under 100 yards of barbed wire, followed by them being shot at with bean bag round as they ran through the fake wood that was set up. They scaled a building wall and then climbed a few other various things before going back to crawling. (Name)'s breath was steady and even while Jones's began to falter. She smiled as they arrived to the end of the course. It was a large climbing tower. The rule was everyone had to be at the top before they could repel. They were being timed but only (Name) knew this along with her counterpart. (Name) and her counter part scaled the wall and reached the top before setting up ropes for the others. They had hooked themselves in to repel so that they could help others. Ivan and Yao were first to reach the top followed by Arthur and Francis, though it took some coaxing to get him up there. Jones was trying to climb but he was shaking so bad he was beginning to lose his grip.

"Stay there Jones," (Name) shouted before rappelling down.

(Name) took rope she had taken with her and hooked it onto his gear. It was a pulley at the top which would allow her to fall and bring him up. They worked with quickly and soon Jone was at the top but (Name) was touching the ground now. She went to go and climb once more but he rope harness snapped when she tried again. She threw off the harness and began climbing without one. She barely made it to the top before the others began to repel. She watched the other repel down to the water below and swim to the other side of the pool. (Name) took a shield from the wall and looked down at the water and then to Jones.

"Kick me off," she said holding the shield.

"What?"

"You heard me kick me off the damn thing," she said reading herself once more.

"No," he said.

Not wanting to waste too much more of their time, (Name) pulled out a knife and swung at Jones, he constantly fought back. The fight lead to Jones kicking (Name) off like she wanted. She had let go of the shield before diving into the very deep pool below. Jones rappelled down to the bottom and both swam to the end before the time ran out. Most of the crew was completely out of breath, and Jones asked.

"So is there a break after this so we can change?"

There was only laughing from (Name) and her counterpart. Hour One had only started.

The group spent a month training like this and improving any skill they could. They were only given an hour or two at a time to sleep and no one slept at the same time.

What was supposed to happen:

(Name) and allies are in trenches together

War ends and (Name) doesn't know what to do with her life

The silence jolted her from her sleep. The plane's thundering engines hadn't come. The screeching sirens never sounded. The gunshots never rang out. It was just silence, utter silence. It drove her mad. The world for once, was  at peace.