Dancing With Bullets

Ambush

Tord's POV
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"You can be serious?!" My voice rose, with outrage and anger dripping from my words. My father's eyes flared up with fury as his hand whipped across my face. For a moment I stood there, dumb stricken.

"I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that." The Red leader's voice boomed in my ear drums as I regathered my senses from the harsh, unprecedented slap.
"Father, what does this war prove?" Yet I edged on as he pinched at his temples.
"This is madness to go on fighting without cause!"
He pinched his temples, annoyed and frustrated.
"I do not care what you think, just do what you're told." Father snapped, appearing to want to strangle me there and then. He was seething, and I couldn't bare the tension any longer so left without another word spoken. I'll make this his grave mistake.

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Y/n's POV
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Everything was perfectly calm, we sending the bodies of the perished back to America for a proper burial. It was the last time I got to speak my farewells to my old friend. For a distance of several meters, I watched the body bags be loaded one by one onto the chinook resting on the helipad. My arms were crossed lightly over my chest as I stood in the cold with nothing but a thin jacket draped over my shoulders. They still needed to send the troops some better gear for the upcoming winter. The steady hum of a starting engine filled the air. The blades atop the helicopter began to twirl, beating against the air. Dirt and dust kicked up into the air. It wasn't that bad but I still took the measure to shield my eyes with my arm. The sharp wind derived from the propeller whipped against my uncovered skin. Inch by inch, the chinook rose from the pad and into the sky. It dipped its nose forward once it rose to a sufficiently high point and off it went. Soon enough the last thing you could see of the aircraft was just a black speck on the mountainous horizon. My gaze fell to the ground as I turned away and made my way down the steps that had lead up to the helipad. My hand slid on the rail but my quick descent was stopped when I saw something shift on the edge of the woods. I stood, transfixed on the figures darting among the trees. Red flags went off in my head as I didn't bother running the steps. Instead I slid down briskly on the hand rail. I had to find the Sergeant Carter to warm him. These weren't just wild creatures, I was sure. My gut was doing back flips as I burst into the small office of the sergeant. His looked snapped up, startled by my unannounced presence. I began to talk, but my words became nothing more than a slur of syllables. He walked over calmly and lifted his hand motioning for me to slow down,
"Calm down and breath, what's the matter comrade?"

"Enemies on the forest line sir." I explained between breaths. He lifted a curious eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning against the edge of his desk.

"You sure it was just some deer? Maybe wolves?" He wasn't buying it.

"Yes, I'm sure! These were humans, nothing has the same gait as a human. Wolves not deer walk on two legs!" My franticness was not enough to alarm this usually laid back man.
"I'll have someone look into it, but I hope you didn't come hear just to sound a false alarm. You are dismissed." Sergeant Carter waved me off like I was some sort of lunatic. Bewildered by his unphased reaction, I decided to do some of my own investigating, and warn others along the way. I bolted to the armory, shouting words of warning to anyone who bothered to listen. After suiting up, still the same light load of gear, I began my march towards what I knew was the enemy preparing for an ambush. Little did I know a hundred troops had already surrounded us. We were virtually unprepared. This camp only hosted around 23 of the RHC troops. That was hardly enough to defeat this formidable enemy.
As I walked, my gaze caught onto one of my comrades, who was busy chatting with another. A spray of red came from the back of his skull. My breath hitched. They were already here. My sight then switched to the gate ahead of me. Red soldiers were storming in, knocking the gate down with unimaginable ease. Bullets pelted the ground in front of me, knocking me from my trance like state. I was just quick enough to slip behind the cover of a cement structure. Panic began to set in my veins as the only thing, or rather person, I could think of was Tord. I was worried sick that he could get harmed, or worse. However. the red army seems more prepared than us this time around. I poked out from cover and fired a string of bullets that knocked down one enemy. This time I was armed with a fully automatic AK 47, and boy did I know how to handle such a firearm. I broke front m cover and sprinted towards a soldier with his back turned to me. I swung the bit of the rifle against his head knocking him out cleanly. Flipping the gun around, I proceeded to pop two bullets into his body for good measure. Another enemy soldier came from the side, wielding a blade. I caught him in my peripheral vision in time to catch his arm with mine. My hand then twisted and wrapped around the man's wrist. I forced his limb to bend into an unnatural angle the subsequently caused him to drop the knife. A sick smirk came to my lips as the man gave an agonized shout the moment I used his blade against him. Why was I beginning to enjoy this relentless slaughter? I sank in to my thoughts for a second too long. A piercing pain screaming from the back of my thigh. A bullet had gone through and cleanly exited through the other side of my flesh. I staggered against a wall, but something slapped its hand over my mouth and pulled me back into cover. I had tried to scream but it only came out as a muffled cry.
"Shut up, or you'll get us both killed." The man spoke under his breath, his thick Norwegian accent reminded me of someone. Then it dawned on me,

"T-tord?" I twisted around to look at him, and I could see the cocky smirk on his lips.
"You remembered me."

I rolled my eyes in response,
"How could I forgot about you? After all the... circumstances around our meeting were quite memorable, so to speak." An uneasy smile came to my lips as a slight pain flickered within his eyes.
"Beklager.."

"What?" I queered, tilting my head as my hands pressed down on the bullet wound. Tord must have noticed the grimace on my face as he waved my question off on a cliff hanger.
"I have some bandages with me, that should work for the time being-"
He was about to reach for it but I halted him,
"What about the others? What if they see us helping one another?"

Tord shook his head and peered out of the nook.
"We're fine. I have a plan though." The Norwegian man said, with a strange calmness to his voice. He pried my hands from the gaping wound and began to wrap it up gingerly. I winced a little but pried the man for a little bit more information than just a few words,
"What do you mean plan??"
His lips formed into a crooked smile as he cooed softly and quietly,
"You'll see."

"Didn't know you were a secretive one." I sighed, being a twinge annoyed.
"Well now you know!~" Tord teased, and I just flashed him a disappointed stare. I began to open my lips to say something but he places his fingers at my lips to silence me,
"Just stay quiet for now."