Bucky Barnes Soldier Novels & Stories

he explained. "What makes your body special then, Master?" asked Raider eagerly. "Pick one up and I'll tell you" said Master Bones with a slightly develish smile. Hearing these words, Raider's face became more solemn and his gaze returned to the left radius in front of him. He had a feeling this was his only shot, if this bone didn't move, none of them would. He slowly grabbed the bone in its middle and pulled towards himself.

I nod as I pop another peanut filled strawberry into my mouth. An hour later, Braddock holds my hand as Dr. Jessup examines me, waiting for the blood test results. A soft knock on the door and it opens, the nurse walks in smiling at us and nods, "Alpha Braddock, Luna Charlie as she hands a folder to the doctor.

Quinn blurted out, "I just feel hopeless. I had wished to become a Battle Warrior, but the only path for me now is to be a doctor." Bucky scoffed. "You're so naive. You have plenty of great opportunities at your fingertips. Why not make the most of them? Becoming a Battle Warrior requires enduring numerous fights, and there's always a risk of not making it out alive." He turned to look at Adrian admiringly. "Take a look at my mentor. Though he's young, he has already achieved extraordinary feats. He's the person you should aspire to." Quinn's mouth hung open as he stared at Bucky in disbelief. While Adrian was indeed formidable, he could not have become a Battle Warrior yet, right? Quinn was

Marcus Fellow: Waiting until the right moment, I jump off the wall and place the barrel of my shotgun right against the soldier's chest. Just before the soldier can fire his gun, I fire first, a shotgun blast going right through the soldier's chest. He falls to the floor with a chest in his chest. What the hell," another soldier screams. I turn around and see the dead soldier's partner. Too close to shoot, he lunges and grabs my shotgun. The two of us fighting over my shotgun, we roll around on the ground.

"I really appreciate you coming through for me at such short notice. It means a lot." The soldier's face finally eased up, displaying a softer expression. "Ah, don't mention it. We're friends, after all. Friends are there when you need them, right?" "Let me introduce you to Cassandra Benson. She's the mother of the children who were kidnapped. Cassandra , meet Lt. Frank Bane, my close friend from the military." "Just call me Frank," the soldier interjected warmly, flashing a friendly smile as he greeted me with a brisk, but confident handshake.

"The Bullets Go Through The Heated Shafts! To Penetrate The Enemy Faster Then The Sword Can Reach The Hide Of Our Enemies' Behinds! As They Run In Fear Of Our Might!" -face palm- I would throw something at that idiot if it wasn't for the harnesses and the multiple bursts of *PFFfffft* They all started to giggle uncontrollably at that simple stupid sentence. Letting them have this moment I go to sleep in the R.S. so I would be in peak condition when shit hit the fan. The small distortion slowly came closer as time went on and everyone else also took a nap. But not until they locked everything down in any case of emergency.

“No marching. I mean, they’ll get my ass whipped into shape, definitely. Get me back on only three meals a day, no booze, and some PT . . . but my knee’s busted for good, sure enough. No, they want me for a special division. Recruiter called me this morning, offering to reactivate me. Told me I’d been chosen. For training at Camp Hyades. Isn’t that fucking great?” I nodded slowly. A sick feeling crawled around in my gut. How awful for Bobby. He’d lost a football career because he’d wanted to serve his country and got his knee wrecked and his future along with it. Now, he was losing it. Imagining recruiters calling his house, enlisting him in fantasy special divisions.

Jasper Milton snapped. When No. 108 realized the Chief's presence, he paused but did not put down his knife. "I am now disabled. Why should I still be alive?" "Soldier are no cowards. Even if you've broken your hands and feet, you don't have the right to end your life." Jasper Milton said in a low voice and walked towards No. 108.

"But what if I don’t get everything back? What if parts of me are just… lost forever?" Luke leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed. "Then you make peace with it." Jasper turned to him, surprised by the certainty in his voice. Luke continued, “In the army, we called it TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). As a combat medic, I tended to wounded soldiers who suffered from TBI due to loud explosions or impacts on the head during battles. Some recovered fully with their memories intact, some lost memories which they recovered slowly over the years, while some were wiped clean; no memory recovery. I know how you feel, boss. I had seen people take their own lives because they felt empty—like they were

One raised a block over Bensons head to erase him. "Benson!" Maya shrieked. She didn't jump into the light. Instead she. Ran back toward him. "What are you doing?" Julian yelled. His own arm was starting to turn into smoke. "Get to the light!" The Life-Saving Move Maya didn't listen. She reached Benson just as the bad soldier swung the silver block. She didn't use a gun. She used her hands. She grabbed the soldiers arm. The moment she touched the suit, the golden light from her neck flowed down her arms. The soldier didn't break; he changed. His white suit turned into a doctors coat. His cold face turned into the face of a man she knew—a doctor from her old hospital.