Holiday Soldier Is Never Off Duty Novelas e Histórias

I heard a soldier call loudly. “I'm stepping out now.” I announced. “I'm an unarmed citizen of Silvercrest Pack.” I slowly, stepped out and into view with my hands held up high to show I wasn't a threat to them. “I'm a citizen. I was just returning from work and realized I had to get through no man's land before I reached home.” I explained. “I have an ID here in the left pocket of my..” “Stay still.” One of the soldiers ordered loudly and nodded at his comrade.

POV: Damien The shipyard was cold, dark, and filled with a thick fog. I stood in the shadows of the old building, checking the screens on my wrist. My heart was beating steadily. I had already accepted that I might not survive the night. I was a soldier, and I was ready for the end. "Everyone in position," I whispered into my radio. "I’m ready," Marrow answered. "I have the truck in my sights. I don't see Gideon yet."

I had spent a good part of my life staring deep into them and later, just fantasizing about them. Steel-gray. Intense. Attentive. The same eyes that had knelt in front of twelve-year-old me years ago and handed me a bottle of water and a napkin with shaking hands because I couldn’t stop crying. Now, they watched me. Something flickered in them. Recognition? Shock? But suddenly, it vanished completely. His face settled into something more stoic, more professional. “Miss Hale,” he said. “I’m Kade Wolfe. I’ll be handling your security from now on.”

So to avoid friendly fire, they decided to keep their distance. "Five more minutes until our duty ends. My wife never complains after every end of duty since she's always getting her brains fucked out by me when I go home," the partner excitedly said to the scout soldier. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" they heard the woman's holler and commented. "Another one for the road!" the scout soldier grinned. "Did you hear that?!" the partner said suddenly. "Of course, the woman came like a horse again!" the scout ranger satisfied at his eloquence.

The golden cracks in the floor pulsed gently, the First Dreamer's attention momentarily diverted by the molecular structure of a water bottle cap that Haley had tossed in on a whim. At the surface, Colonel Torres's perimeter was intact. The National Guard soldiers had settled into the uneasy watchfulness of men who had been told to guard a hole in the ground against threats they could not comprehend. Torres himself stood at the garage entrance, his hard eyes tracking three figures approaching from East 44th Street.

ANY LAST WORD ~MAYA'S POV~ We ran through the hallway. There was Smoke everywhere and bodies on the ground. I tried not to look. Silas moved like a wolf, he was rifle up, eyes scanning. He was too professional for his age, like he has been doing this all his life and running King Enterprise was just a side hustle. A guard stumbled out of a side room, he was confused, coughing from the smoke. Silas grabbed him by the vest and slammed him against the wall and then held a gun to his throat.

"Oh. I was talking to a corpse all this time." Clyde shrugged it off and stepped over his dead body, aiming his shotgun at another approaching raider. Before he could recognize whose corpse he just walked over, he already planted a hole in his chest. Bloodshed wasn't new to Clyde. He'd witnessed it too often and even did it himself multiple times. He believes that this world does not deserve his pity for those who have sinned. He shows no mercy or even humanity—who even said he had that? He's not even human. Benevolence rarely makes it past his violent walls.

The earlier they packed up the shooting, the better for his blood pressure. "What do you want?Make it quick; I have a post to get to." The soldier said gruffly, his hand balanced on his gun. His face looked unhappy enough that Jordan did not waste his time. He was a merry-go-round person; staying around such people might make a decrease in his happiness level. "I can't find my crew members; do you know where they are?" The soldier gave him a long look, as if debating whether to roast him on a skewer or not. Jordan got the message and left hurriedly.

A profound, cosmic grief filled him. Northstar woke with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Cold sweat soaked his shirt. “What a nightmare…” he muttered, his voice rough. He focused inward, sensing the lingering traces of the invasive thoughts. A cold, familiar detachment settled over him. “Guess we have unwanted visitors in the forest. And they’re bringing their fears with them.” In the Forest – The Dark Soldiers’ Team Elliot and Amy were not alone. A squad of six elite security personnel, including a still-sulking Arnold, moved with them through the thickening woods. Elliot had decided backup was prudent.

While Adrian entertained young children, those in their teens helped prepare snacks and drinks with us. "I'm home, and I brought more firewood!" A woman dressed in our uniform pushes the back kitchen door open with her rear while balancing wedged wood logs in her arms. "Beatrice?!" "Jo Ann?!" "What are you--" We both question our presence. After the nations gathering for winter solstice last night, we had been given the day off to rest. A majority of soldiers went back home for five days or were still recovering from alcohol use. I couldn’t do so, even if I wanted to. Thus, Adrian limited choice to pick me as his escort.