Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His demeanor was so awkward and flat that anyone could immediately tell he wasn’t being sincere. ‘You still have a lot to learn from me, Steven. I can even make someone as cold as Arnold Reed believe my acting.’ Zach was reminded of last night’s incident when he had pretended to struggle to break away from the troops under Arnold Reed’s command. In truth, deep down, the man had wanted to leave for a long time. However, he couldn’t do it. He was just an ordinary soldier who couldn’t defy his superior. Yet, even though he wanted to be transferred to another commander, he remained loyal and never betrayed Arnold Reed.

“You don’t seem like the perfect choice for Ava.” I turned to her, arching a brow. “And what does that mean?” She shrugged. “She’s… steady. She cares about things that aren’t measured in numbers or power. And you… well, you like control.” Andrew snorted. “In other words, she’s not the type to just fall into your world and let you have your way.” Something in me bristled at that. Janice continued, her voice softer this time. “But love isn’t about perfection, Logan. It never is. If you want her, you have to accept that first.”

“Aiden Lee...” Jacob smiled warmly at Aiden and gave him a light stroke on the top of his head. A teenage boy for a lonely soldier, Thomas Karp, it felt so right. Jacob had wanted Tom not to be lonely with his life for a long time. He knew how stressed Tom was when his heart and logic were at war. Tom is a soldier with a noble heart that is very rare. Tom shouldn't be in the army because that doesn't suit Tom's gentle soul. His strict father who used to make Tom had to become a soldier because his father was a general. "I think he's from the same race as you."

The three soldiers were waiting for the command to resume and the Queen has gotten impatient. "I, Soldier Paulus, begged not to let this human be killed." The soldier said which made my jaw dropped. I heard everyone's gasps and gossips. Who would have thought that an alien would not allow a human be killed when their purpose here is to kill and enslave us? "Give me a valid reason not to kill her, Soldier!" The Prince sounded desperate. I don't know why the soldier is doing this but I felt like there's a bigger role that I am supposed to play if I were to be freed.

she said, pointing towards her father's grave, "was a fighter. He protected people with his life. I'm a quitter and a coward and a worthless whore and . . ." "Stop it!" Red shouted. She was tired of where that rant was heading. "Don't you get it?! Do you really think I would've risked my ass TRYING to rescue the kind of person you're talking about? You really think the Strays would've walked into hell for the sake of a coward? Okay, I get it . . . you're scared. You're angry at Jack for what he did, and you're angry at yourself. For what? Because someone three times your size forced himself on you and you couldn't stop it? Damn it, I've been getting my ass kicked a lot recently. I didn't thi

He said hopefully, but he was not so sure, his Commander could get himself out of this asides marrying Mary, it was an order, it had to be obeyed, it was the soldier’s way. Mrs Stone burst into tears, gripping the arm of the young man next to her, “ Why must it be so? Since when has saving somone’s life being a crime, why must they bring sadness into his life. This is Mike he is not Jared, Mike is passionate and kind, he is a very nice soldier and full of mercy, he does not deserve to be troubled, he would not marry that Mary and I know it,” She said amidst tears

Riley said with a firm look that would not change any of the decisions. The soldier was deeply disappointed but he dared not argue. He was just a soldier and he was not thinking of going against his leader. As Riley looked at the soldier's limp shoulders, he said, "Never lose our principles even if we lose!" "Be patient, help will surely arrive soon," Riley added. The class one soldier, who had been so weak and helpless, regained his feet after hearing Riley's words. He was so very embarrassed. He had practiced for years to live up to the principle of not killing even in the most horrific battlefields.

Pathetic. Because I'm not the man she thinks I am. I'm not a romantic hero, nor a seductive bad boy. I'm a soldier. A tool. My hands are made to hold a weapon, to protect, to kill if necessary. Not to caress an heiress's silk skin. My scars aren't decorations. They're the stigmata of the world I'm supposed to protect her from.

He wasn’t looking at me like I was a weapon pointed in the wrong direction. He was looking at me like I still had a choice. That was worse. Choice was so much heavier than orders. The Red Line soldier saw the hesitation and mistook it for weakness. “Your attachment is noted. It will be corrected.” A laugh slipped out of me. It sounded awful. Not amused. Not sane. Just tired. So fucking tired. “You people really do think everything can be corrected,” I said, turning back toward him. “Fear. Hunger. Loyalty. Pain. Children who cry too much. Children who don’t cry enough. Soldiers who ask questions. Assassins who start giving a damn about the wrong people.”

Ugly. Effective. The kind of defense built by people who didn’t have the luxury of pretty solutions. A young soldier sat on an overturned crate, staring at his shaking hands. Couldn’t have been more than sixteen. I crouched in front of him. “Name,” I said. “Tomas, ma’am.” “You ran?” He swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Running keeps you alive. Next time, run where I tell you.” A faint, shaky smile. Fear I could work with.