Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was sitting upright in a chair in the reception room, and the cups in front of him were arranged neatly. When Thomas saw this, he knew that it was a soldier who had been properly trained for many years. “Tigris?” “Commander!” The man was a member of Power of Almighty. He had followed Thomas and fought in different wars for many years. Plus, he had a lot of achievements. In every war, he must lead and rush at the first. He did not care about the danger. His biggest wish was to die in the war. He was a real man. Tigris immediately got up, walked over, and paid a military salute.

I would rather have died than risk that. She dragged me over to one of the older people. “I found this one skulking around on the surface… can I put him in the box?” The man looked me over with a slight frown. “Your designation, soldier?” I stared at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m not a soldier!” The young woman rolled her eyes. “See? Totally disrespectful!”

I knew I needed to stay with her in order to check on him the moment he woke up, so I might just take a break from all the stress I was going through because of him. "There's a lab attendant that will come looking for me, can you please direct her towards this place." "Sure thing, if you need anything, I'll be right there." I gave him a smile before he walked out I'm not sure if this is a normal thing, but I've never met a soldier who doesn't have a hard exterior till I met Alex. Most of them aren't gentlemen. I wasn't gonna lie but regardless of that I still respect them because they had to give up a lot in order to save us.

“All except one of the people whose files you handed to me were not a threat to our national security, what’s the game here exactly? Are you trying to get in my head? Did you think I was going to choose one of the innocent ones so it was easier to rule me out as a psychopath?” “That was test run and congratulations you passed.” Emily sat back, looking back to the television showing one soldier shooting an insurgent in the head. “What we do here is a job that will never be known to the world, we are the soldiers fighting behind the scenes but we will never get a purple heart, a lifetime award, hell, not even a handshake from the president.” I was about to ask why she was speaking in circles w

[Evelyn’s POV] “You want to train me?” I asked dubiously. God, even repeating that out loud sounded insane. I stared back at the two soldiers with a puzzled look, not knowing what to say in return. Nevertheless, they both nodded their heads and gave me expected looks. “Many of us back at the camp think that you have a lot of potential,” one of them said. I couldn't stop myself from pulling a doubtful expression. “No offense to the offer, but I don’t think I’d make a very good soldier,” I said passively. “As you can see, I don’t exactly handle the repercussions of pain very well.”

“The world needs us to fight. And if this is the power I’ve been given, I’ll use it to protect the ones who are still alive.” There was a fire in his eyes, an unwavering resolve. It was a side of Ethan I hadn’t expected. I had always thought of him as the soldier—the man who followed orders, the man who led with precision and strategy. But now, as I looked at him, I realized there was so much more beneath the surface. He wasn’t just a soldier. He was a man who had been thrust into a war that was bigger than anything he had ever prepared for. And he was willing to pay any price to win.

"But while you’re at it, think about the people you’re supposed to protect. Do you think it’s fair for them to rely on soldiers who are too soft to fight for them? Spending your nights at clubs, treating the barracks like a cheap motel—where’s your dignity as soldiers? You’re putting a stain on the honor of your uniforms!" Hunter’s eyes locked onto a soldier struggling to keep up. He stepped closer, planting his boot on the man’s back when he collapsed onto the muddy ground. "Is this seriously the best you can do?" he sneered. "If this is all you’ve got, maybe a rogue rebel with nothing but a stolen gun is enough to take you down."

He’d used these hands to pull men out of burning wreckage, to dismantle bombs, to shield lives with nothing more than instinct and brute force. But they couldn’t hold on to love. They never could. A bitter laugh scraped from his throat, dry and without humor. God, he was a cliché. The soldier left behind. The tough guy with the broken heart. He clenched his jaw and leaned forward, elbows on knees, fists curled tight as if he could squeeze the ache out of his chest with sheer will. “I’m done,” he muttered. The words surprised him. He hadn’t meant to say them aloud. But once they were out, they echoed like truth.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.