Soldier Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm okay. Are you... Are you from the Birkham army?" "Yes," the soldier replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's so chaotic here. I didn’t expect to meet someone from our country." Nina's first thought was whether she might meet Nash. But seeing the soldier in front of her, she realized he probably didn’t know her or Nash. She decided to ask cautiously, "Do you know Nash York?” To her surprise, the soldier's eyes lit up. "Ah, you know our Captain York?" Nina's emotions welled up. "Where is he?"

“Tell me.” “He came out of the dark,” the soldier whispered. “Faster than my eyes could follow. We didn’t even draw our blades. He didn’t kill me. He just… looked at me.” Torin frowned. “Looked at you?” The soldier nodded. “Like he was deciding something.” “What something?” Sienna asked. The soldier’s eyes filled with tears. “Whether I deserved to die.” Sienna swallowed. “And why didn’t he kill you?” The soldier sobbed. “Because I said your name.”

Crying children sat next to the only homes they had ever known while their dazed parents tried to console them. “You!” someone snapped behind me. “Move along.” I leisurely turned around to look at the human soldier. “Move along where? The last time I checked this was still a free country.” “This is a classified military site now.” “I didn’t see any signs,” I calmly informed him. The soldier faltered. He leaned in closer. “Are you one of them?” he whispered. I laughed. “One of what?” “You know? A commander. One of those super soldiers.”

I told her. "Okay. So uhm. Getting my facts right, I found out that it says, which is very ridiculous to me ; THE SCHOOLING SOLDIER, or something like THE SCHOLAR WARRIOR. Whichever, but it means a soldier who goes to school, you know like a learned warrior. The word, "THE" is also very emphasized." Like a light bulb, the idea came to me, then I stood up from the infirmary bed, taking out the needle from my vein, still on my cannonner, I made for the door as I said to her.

Taking them, the soldier did a quick check. "We have some business with some soldiers in Zone 9," Rebecca says, "Recruitment." The soldier's eyes go wide, he gives us our IDs back. Turning around, he whispers and waves his hand. "Let them through," he orders, the chain-link gate slowly opening. "Thanks," Rebecca says, the soldiers stepping aside and letting us pass through. The gate closing, we went back to walking. "An exhausted soldier's favorite word is recruitment," Rebecca says, laughing a little. "It means less for him to do."

There are at least seven other men standing around him holding guns and rifles. As we come closer the man smiles at me. He is a bit older than Antonio, with pale blue eyes that are cold despite the warm light. His head, that is shaved completely bald, is shining in the light. His pale face carries the evidence of a hard life with scars and wrinkles. The smile on his lips is as cold as the snow on the ground outside.

--- Not with a knock. Not with Drex's three-signal or any of the palace's customary announcements. A dragon soldier — young, one of the outer corridor rotation, with the specific quality of someone who has been running and has not fully stopped — stood in the doorway with his chest still moving faster than ordinary and his eyes finding Drex before they found anyone else in the room. "Commander," he said. Drex was already moving toward him. The soldier said something low — too low for the table to hear — and I watched Drex's face do the thing it did when it was receiving information that required the full resources of his composu

But now, as I finish up turning the final patch of burned skin on the final soldier smooth and clear, I stand up with a smile, brushing my hands against my leggings and wondering where he is. “Thank you, Luna,” the soldier says, and I beam down at him happily. “Glad to do it. Hopefully you get some lighter service, though,” I say, cocking my head as I smile at him. “Fancy being a secretary at all?” He laughs and shakes his head, running a hand over the freshly-healed skin and marveling at it. “Not a chance, Luna,” he says. “I’m a fighter, through and through. I’ll go back on the field for you and the Alpha any day.”

A holster hung across his torso while a tablet occupied one of his giant hands. However, it wasn't just the sight of this male that had Camille's mouth dry and knees suddenly feeling like jelly. The third soldier was just as tall as his partner but with skin a soft blue. Like Kal, his hair was brilliant white but cropped short in a much more classic military style. His eyes were just as bright but more yellow but their primal intensity was unmistakable. Unlike Kal and the other male, Camille noted that there were no white speckles on his temples and the symbols on his brow and chin appeared different even if they were the same white as Kal's.

“That is defense.” “Same thing,” Johil paused to urinate on a tree. “I have been a soldier since I was big enough to lift my first spear,” Johil retied his trousers. “I find that most career soldiers tend to prefer other men,” he shrugged. “It is what we’re used to, and where we get our first experience, after all. What is your preference, Tayan?”