Citizen Soldier Would Anyone Care Novels & Stories

If this had happened decades ago, then that b*stard, Charlie, would have already been shot dead! As soon as Sheldon thought of how Hamed attached so much importance to this matter, Sheldon also knew that Hamed had already transformed into the Syrian version of an infrastructure maniac now, and it would be useless for him to continue protesting like this. So, he said to the soldier resentfully, “Young man, can I discuss something with you?” The soldier looked at him warily and questioned, “What do you want?”

“We were ordered to assist. Follow orders.” “But you do know your soldier is telling the truth?” I ask as I stagger back, holding off as I pretend I’m weakened, but the poison is affecting my barrier. The moment one of them tries to shoot, I take cover. “I don’t believe that,” the sergeant says just as the lights return. I look up at him from where I can see him from behind the table as they open fire and the bullets splinter through the wood. Fuck. I jump aside as I raise an eyebrow. “Really, sergeant? Do you think that all these civilians are safe?”

"Of course." "Soldiers," I said. Then, their eyes turned toward me. "I understand that many of you think this investigation is a waste of time. I know that you guys believe that this isn't a huge matter since the victim is just a camp prostitute." Some soldiers nodded when they heard my words, while some exchanged bold glances before speaking up. "She isn't one of us. She is just a prostitute." "This is beneath our dignity." I took another step forward, and the crowd fell silent.

Apparently, since the barrier went up, being a soldier wasn't nearly as dangerous, and morale was through the roof. "A lot of us need to find other employment to keep busy, though," one soldier said as he passed us. "Some of us can't do anything but fight." "Be a security guard then," I said casually. "Or start a fighting ring and put on shows for people to bet. It'll be like werewolf WWE." That got a ripple of laughter and murmurs, and before I could clarify that I was joking, half of them were already planning brackets and scouting locations. I looked at Tanya. "They're not actually going to do it, are they?"

“I’m saying maybe Kane’s not untouchable anymore.” The words dropped like a stone in water. The room went still. Whispers of Defection One of the younger soldiers—barely out of his twenties—leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I heard something. Cross pays his people on time. Always. No light envelopes. No excuses.” The others shifted, uneasy. “You suggesting we switch sides?” another hissed. “I’m saying,” the young man replied, eyes hard, “we’re killing ourselves for scraps while Kane burns money on his throne. Maybe Cross isn’t the coward Kane says he is. Maybe he’s the future.”

"If you want to execute them later, fine but I won't let them bleed out while I watch." The young soldier caught my wrist as I finished with his comrade. "Why?" I met his eyes. "Because every life is worth saving." It was also because I knew what it was like to be a pawn. To have no choice in who you became or who you served. These soldiers weren't monsters—they were just people who'd ended up on the wrong side, the way I'd almost ended up married to one. The third enemy soldier had a broken leg, bone visible through the skin. I set it as best I could, splinted it with scraps of wood, and moved on.

But I don't apologize. He sighs. — He would do the same thing. — He says while crossing his arms. — We have to look at everything around us to take an initiative, ma'am. Soldiers die every second, we lose power every blink of an eye, and everyone who still volunteers to go after the boss unfortunately doesn't even come back for their own wake.

"No. I think that'll just create more hate." "You're probably right. If he sends Wilkinson out to his death, he risks losing the support of the other soldiers. Even though their comrade is guilty of hurting me and should be punished, he's worried they won't stand for it. He'll have to try and keep as many people as satisfied as possible, but the soldiers will always be more important. Without them, this place would fall in a week tops."

I know they’re irrational fears, but even still, they’re tearing me apart. This is what my life has done to me. The soldier's gaze shifts back and forth as he delivers the final piece of news. “Today, it seems as though he managed to slip out when no one was paying attention.”

I ask as I try to look around for any sign of Tessa, as if I can see the other vehicles through the van I'm currently in. They remain silent for a long while. All I see are men staring at me like they pity what's going to be my outcome as their bodies move from left to right because of the movements of the car. One of the soldiers smiles at me in an odd way. “You're still worried about a girl? You don't know how this thing goes, right? You're as good as dead meat. You should be worried about yourself.” His face becomes firmer the more he speaks. I don't know how bad things are going to get, honestly, but I know the only thing that will give me the chance to even overcome this moment is if Te