Soldier Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

Almost like a knife going through butter. Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not.

Keira wiped a tear as she saw Don in the crowd next to him she saw Hellen holding his hand. She smiled approvingly. She was happy that her father had Hellen, Don was a doting father and needed the diversion. Next to her on the platform stood Sasha. She knew Sasha felt disconnected and ready for this chapter, she was ready to show Buck just why he had so much faith in her. Most soldiers were already wearing their helmets but others had their visors open to not restrict their view. Her heart was beating rapidly, there was no more turning back.

"When the Architect is gone, what will you do? You are just a line of code in a dead story." The soldier did not blink. He tightened his grip on the gun. "I do not care about the story. I follow orders. And my order is to erase you." He began to pull the trigger. I did not think. I dove to the side, throwing the metal wrench I still held in my hand. It struck the soldier’s shoulder. He groaned and his aim went wide. A beam of blue light tore through the wall behind me, spraying bits of concrete everywhere. Bryan used the moment of confusion. He swung his body, using his tied legs as a heavy weight to crash into the soldier’s knees. The soldier went down, his weapon clattering across the floo

A wren. Buck. The Silent Courier. His sign. “He left a key,” I murmured. “But to what?” Luther took the vial, careful not to touch the glass with his bare hands. He examined the key. “This is for a high-end, biometric safe. Not a bank. A private depository.” “Why leave it here? Why now?” “Because the war is over,” a voice said from behind us. We spun. A woman stood at the edge of the orchard, where the mist was thickest. She wore a practical waxed jacket and jeans, her hands in her pockets. Dr. Anya Sharma.

Maybe he will reconsider female warriors. "I apologize, but we are going to have to delay training for a little while. We had another friend with us, Allistar, and he was taken during the battle while saving me. Our priority is to get him back safely." I do feel bad leaving this pack after the losses they suffered during the battle, but Allistar takes priority.

He was a great support and a good friend to Eren. Frankly, I would prefer to never have received this letter from Eren. I would prefer to continue to believe that something bad has happened to him rather than knowing that it was his own will. If I didn’t have little Eren, I would have been dead since long. He is my only reason to live now. It’s because of him that I’ve the courage to get out of bed everyday. Pushing my thoughts aside, I pull out through the driveway. But I immediately stop as I see Tamarra, Toni’s wife who is cleaning her porch.

Raina’s sobbing and grief and uncertainty rolling off of her told me that I had to be there for her. I placed my hand on Raina’s shoulder as I kneeled down next to her. I wasn’t sure if it would help or not, but I tried to exude a calmness, hoping that it would help wash over Raina. As I did, I took in Brett’s prone before me. There was a gunshot wound to the right side of his chest. The wound was large and bleeding. I took off my sweatshirt, placing it over the wound. “We need to get him back to the pack immediately.” I turned toward Eric, motioning towards the car. “Is the car driveable? We need to get out of here.”

he said. " do you understand? " he said. " SIR YES SIR " we all chorused. " Good Now get prepared you leave in 20" he said and he left then we all made to suit up. " Blackbird " I heard then I turned. " yes? " I asked the soldier. " come with me " he said then I followed him to another cubicle with other three soldiers. " Agent blackbird, this is lieutenant Marcus Philip, and this is warrant officer Paul Jenkins, this is staff sergeant David Shaw and I'm captain Rawlins" he introduced.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Med-Bay Observation Deck The sterile white of the medical bay was a stark contrast to the grimy chaos of the warehouse. Through the thick glass, we watched a team of doctors and medical drones work on Amy. She lay on a central table, surrounded by glowing holographic readouts and whirring machines. The two puncture wounds on her neck were covered with a clear bio-gel, but a dark, web-like pattern was already spreading under her skin, creeping toward her jawline.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.