You died. I mean, it happened quite a bit during your lifetime. It wasn't anything different. However, instead of you waking up in the barracks again, you found yourself in a very odd place. A place where skin and fur were the same thing. "I hope I don't die too many times here." (Disclaimer: I don't own any of the artwork provided or Edge of Tomorrow, CoD AW, All you need is Kill, they belong to their respective owners. Human in a furry war but with a twist. I expected someone to do something like this but well, looks like I'll have to be the first...to my knowledge) If you like it, stick around. If you don't, I'm not forcing you to read it.

Do you fight for your country, or do you fight for yourself? Do you fight for what's right, or because you simply have to? Take orders, kill the enemy. Do as told. Doing so fosters a loathing for the other side of the war, the blame for all your side has lost in the conflict. Without the war finding its end, the next generation ends up no different, that hatred bred into them. Would a man be correct in thinking he is on the right side? He finds himself taking a job to infiltrate the enemy, gain their trust, learn their secrets, their weaknesses, and report back to base. There is no right side, only the one you fight for. Huge thank you to @Lasophie79 for the coverart.

The Middle East has become a graveyard of nations, ravaged by ceaseless wars, insurgencies, and power-hungry factions. What began as localized uprisings and territorial disputes has spiraled into a relentless bloodbath, with governments collapsing, warlords seizing control, and alliances shifting like sand. Terrorist networks and foreign-backed militias carve up cities, transforming them into hellish war zones. The air is thick with smoke, the streets run red with blood, and the world watches in horror as the region devours itself from within. But this war is unlike any other. It is not merely a clash of ideologies or borders; it is an inferno threatening to engulf the entire globe. In a desperate bid to prevent total collapse, NATO has launched its most ambitious operation yet: a full-scale intervention designed to restore order, eliminate warlords, and stabilize the region before global rivals can exploit the chaos. Meanwhile, Russia, China, and their allies circle like vultures, poised to strike the moment NATO shows signs of weakness. If this conflict does not reach a resolution soon, it will inevitably spread beyond the desert's borders. Inside a V-280 Valor, Sergeant Dean Walker grips his M7 rifle, feeling the vibrations resonate through the aircraft's frame. Outside, the tilt-rotors slice through the night sky, their silhouettes barely visible against the ominous glow of burning oil fields below. Dean Walker and his squad are about to confront an unprecedented challenge. They must fight alongside unlikely allies to halt this war before it evolves into something far more catastrophic.

The modern world of 2029 is a shell of its former self. Landscapes torn by war, cities in ruins. A planet divided. A tragic story about the last line of defense within the Human race, and what is to be with the victors. When Saints Fade Away.

It has been 27 years since the end of World War 4 between the Allied Human Forces and the Anthro Union, souls yonder while the living dreadfully cling on to the life they walk. The planet, almost scared beyond repair has entered a new era of sorrow and destruction. Peace, for now, has been forged, as the nations of Earth seek to end the madness that has been reeking for decades. The fragile ecosystem that has been created has proven fruitful,but one wrong move and the world could descend to war once more. These are the tales of the elite members of the Task Force Black Leopard and what molded them to become the stone cold killers they are. The many stealth operations, firefights, and the many times they were bathed in blood. [Prequal to War Of The Race's]

A SellwordKnight serving the Rubrum Order is on campaign of war across the Golden Borders, Axel cares very little for the politics and civil war taking place only applying his trade in return for the hefty weight of coin he receives...... However his knowledge of combat and dueling doesn't go unnoticed as he's plucked from the very earth to be hunted and used for sport......

In 2003, the United States of America alongside allied forces such as the Polish, British, and Australians partook in operation Iraqi Freedom. Within a relative month, the US and it's allies had toppled the Ba'athist government of Iraq. Yet, with the war a decisive coalition victory, only thirteen years later, the United States alongside a new group of allies, being the French Republic, United Kingdom, Federal Republic of Germany, and the Combined Isle Nation would once more find themselves fighting in the familiar sands of Iraq. A certain marine not even out of his twenties finds himself and his colleges around him as the first to enter Iraq as a part of Operation Restore Democracy, just as the marines before him had done only thirteen years ago as a part of Operation Iraqi Freedom. And just so happened to be born at the right time. Cover art was done by @ssorasora AKA SmoleVN!

This is a collection of varied length shorts centering around the characters of The Swan Song by @FieldmarshalV22. all credit to him for the story, PLEASE go read it and show him some love. Some of these feature OC characters, some only feature canon. Multipart stories won't necessarily be consecutive but they'll be marked the same. Marked "mature" for depictions of substance abuse and violence.

For his entire life, 18-year-old Inti had been residing in isolation within the majestic Peruvian Andes alongside his uncle. Their seclusion followed the negotiation of peace with the United Anthro Republics, which brought an end to the harrowing "Division War." However, tragedy struck with the passing of Inti's uncle, coinciding with the escalation of tensions in their region due to the widespread corruption and exploitation orchestrated by the newly established Anthro government. In this dire circumstance, Inti found himself thrown into the chaos, he and his newly aquired comrades embarked on a mission to survive and gather the remnants of the diminished resistance that once existed, aiming to ignite a hard fight against the tyrants of his home. (This is my first story on Wattpad and my first story in general in English, I would love feedback on how to improve my writing in English and apologize for any mistakes I make, also the character art is NOT mine)

Michael also known as "Wolf" (because of a patch he wears on his kit and helmet) is a member of what was the 75th Ranger Regiment. He finds himself a veteran of a war between humanity and anthros. While he doesn't exactly hate them he doesn't exactly trust them either despite their efforts to rebuild the relationship between species. Unfortunately a good chunk of humanity and anthro kind was wiped out due to the war. But due to the anthros ability to reproduce faster they were able to recover much faster leaving humanity at a loss. Michael finds himself alone and on the run from a one of the most dangerous anthro militaries (at least to humans), known as the Obsidian Front. They continue to hunt down and kill humans forces despite the end to the war, causing proxy wars and often large scale skirmishes between them and remaining human militias.