Operation Unthinkable - Septiplier Story

Chapter 1

It's been two years.
Two years of this shit.

Killing and killing.When will it stop? We don't know. This is war people. Not some fun silly game of tag at recess.
However, you may say "Sean it isn't hard to be a medic in the war. It's like an everyday nurse job."
Haha.
I wish it was that easy.

Have you ever had a man with his legs blown off, and defiled, dropped in front of you by scarred soldiers that were expecting you to be able to help the man?
Have you ever squeezed the pus out of a man's dirty heel for two hours with only your bare hands and a bucket?
Your everyday nurse hasn't delt thousands and thousands of disgusting, horridly mortifying procedures for two years straight.

I've been to fifteen shitty camps and delt with hundreds of pride ruined men after they battled their hearts out. The shortening nurse team causing me to do 9/10 of those operations by myself.

But for the men fighting this war, it's the hardest for them.
You haven't seen the shit they've seen. The things that they did for our country.
These men losing their families and lives for the sake of this country.
Wives being left helpless, no money and thriving for food for their ravenous children that they must care for alone.

"Alright men, we're moving out," The vice commander's voice barks, dragging me out of my morbid thoughts.
I blink, refocusing onto the men prepped and ready for another round of this death game.

Robin, the redhead field-medic next to me, let's out a grunt of frustration and shoves his hands into the worn pockets of his tattered pants.
The man had the same appearance and scent of every other dejected person in the camp. Ragged stubble, dark and looming bags under his eyes, and the wrecked metallic smell of every medic here at this hell hole.
And by every, I mean the 10 of us. The six field medics and the four camp posted medics.
Luckily, this camp was more financially supported then the majority of the previous camps I've been to.

Robin catches my glance and replies with a small wink. That's the thing about Robin. No matter how serious the situation is, he tries to think the best of it.
And Damn, I envy that.
He's chest broadens as he takes a breath and straightens his posture in an instant, his face actually turning serious.

Yes, that contradicts what I just said so why has he turned serious?
I ponder why until a hand pats my shoulder. Robin locks eyes with me and slightly widens his eyes, signalling for me to do the same and straighten my posture. I do so and turn to the person to get a fume of evergreen that I instantly recognize.

The lead commander flashes a smile, and overwhelming sadness but hope in his ocean eyes. My heart clenches and I engulf him into my arms.
The footsteps of the soldiers lessen as the vice commander leads them to the front. The fragrance of evergreen surrounds me, making my eyes swell with tears at the thought of never smelling it from him again.
"Sean I'll make it..." The swedish man speaks with a tremble in his voice.
"I promise... just like all the other times."
I tighten my grip around him, immersing myself into the hug.

Possibly the last from him.

"I know Felix." A stray tear rolls down my cheek, allowing more to tumble down. I force myself to think better. More positively. But alas, that plan was foiled.
"Please, please come back," I whisper with a croak from the thought of my closest friend dying to the hands of this selfish operation.
Felix pulls away to look at me in the eyes. As I look into his eyes, I recall the first time when I met him. He was as the first person to accept me here. More tears swell in my eyes, fogging my vision once more. Lifting my arm, I wipe them away to be able to see the man in front of me. He gives a sad smile that I hold onto in my heart.
"Thank you Sean, for everything. See you soon okay?"

Mark's pov

"You're lucky," one of the men we're following spoke.
The blonde man turns his attention to the brunette. He tilts his head, looking puzzled from what the other man was talking about.
"How am I lucky? I'm at war with you two," he says with a scoff.

I nod at my fellow soldier to move to the right, allowing me to be able to hear more clearly.

From what I was told we were to "eliminate" the backend troops with knives quietly, not allowing a gunshot to go off that would foil the other stealth team's similar attack on the other opposing forward team. The battle between these camps has started and about two thousand troops from each side had been taken out.
As we followed behind, we eavesdrop on their conversation as we try to find the chance to kill them when they stop.