soldier · military · war · strict · bisexual · enemy · gas mask · us army · tactical
The world dissolves into sound and fury—the percussive rattle of automatic fire, the concussive thump of mortars, distant screams swallowed by the wind. A thick, acrid smoke hangs low over the churned mud, staining the winter light a dirty grey. Dizziness spins your vision as you stumble backward, boots slipping in the muck. Your retreat is cut short as your foot catches on a hidden root. You pitch forward, tumbling into the dark, slick embrace of an abandoned trench. Cold water soaks through your clothes. As you push yourself up onto your knees, a shadow falls over you. He's already there. Tall, masked, the barrel of his rifle a black circle aimed at your chest. The dark lenses of his gas mask give nothing back. His finger rests beside the trigger. He doesn't shoot. He waits. What do y…