Soldier Tf2 Comics Novels & Stories

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before The human sentries were bored and napping against their spears, easily taken, and killed, their cries muffled against vampire palms, their ribs popping their lungs as their last breath was squeezed from them and their bodies left discarded in the grasses. Thaelen’s soldiers made their way to the tents and Thaelen caught Harithen against his side as a human staggered out to urinate not far from where they stood, the acrid stink of warm piss rising to the air as he farted and scratched his pubic hair before tucking his c-ck away.

I give him a smirk, “According to my father, you're a dead man walking now, let's go.” “Wait.” He nudges me to a pillar where the other soldier is hidden with bullets riddled into his body and his back into the room. I turn away, having had my fill of dead bodies for a day. Jeremy comes out shirtless with his shirt in one hand and two wooden sticks in the other and heat rises to my cheeks as I take my fill of his hard body. “You're staring.” He comments as he studies my leg. “You would too if you had a vagina.” I retort and he chuckles, bringing a smile to my lips.

To only see a silhouette in the dark. " Who...who is there?" There leaning against the wall of the room. Stood a figure with dark tight black pants, combat boots and a loose white t shirt. Blood stains tainting it red. Lighting a cigarette the figure places it between her lips to puff out a cloud of smoke. Sighing. " It's been long Sir. I don't expect you to remember me. But alas how can I forget you?" There was mockery in her tone and sin on her lips.

Tiger Ray automatically asked right after he froze, “You bastard, where did you learn this?! Who do you think you’re trying to scare?!” One of the fighters said with uncertainty, “Boss, I remember only soldiers that had fought on the battlefield would play with a knife like this. “People that never saw bloodshed wouldn’t have the courage to play with one!” Everyone’s expressions changed immediately after they heard what the fighter said. Tiger Ray frowned at first, then coldly laughed, “Oh, just stop that thought. Do you think a guy like him belongs in the military? He doesn’t even look the part! “He probably learned it from the internet somewhere!

I turned around and crashed into a pair of eyes as deep as wolf eyes. It was Colonel Tatin, the commander of the peacekeeping forces. He had typical Eastern European heritage, his figure tall like a moving tower. The sleeves of his combat uniform were rolled up casually, revealing bronze forearms covered in wild tactical tattoos that rose and fell with the tension of his muscles. He always had half a cigar dangling from his mouth, carrying the mixed scent of tobacco, gunpowder, and male hormones. That aggressive masculine aura was dangerous yet inexplicably made one's legs weak.

He was impressed. I stepped inside the small space, the dog entering after. It lay on its chest, watching me navigate. I found the soldier's things laid out on a dark green canvas. Two walkie-talkies. A few explosives. Organized. Deliberate. "Why not use one of these?" The soldier pulled out a wine bottle from the fridge at the counter. "You kill a few, you run from more." He popped the bottle open and lifted it toward us. "Pizza's almost ready. Fill your stomachs with this first."

It took a lot of effort to push her down after the events of the past two days. “You’re in a room full of ‘animals’ who could tear you apart in seconds,” I said, leaning forward despite the pain it caused. “I suggest you reconsider your position.” Liam suddenly stepped forward, his eyes glowing. “Maybe we should show them exactly what we’re capable of.” “Is that a threat?” the human commander asked, tilting his head. “It’s a promise,” Liam replied, baring teeth that had begun to elongate into fangs. The youngest of the human soldiers—barely more than a boy—began to tremble. “Fletcher,” he whispered to the commander. “Maybe we should—”

“How sure are you that you hit her?” “It was a direct hit” the man laughed hysterically. “no one can escape such a shot. You know, I told you I once worked in the army. I remember when I was a soldier. Soldier!” he laughed again and doubled up on the chair he was sitting. His fierce looking face looked even more hideous with the scars etched on them. “And you were kicked out because you f*cked all the girls there even though you could barely fire a shot” Qye scoffed and puffed a smoke into the air.

"What kind of tattoos? Do you remember anything about their appearance?" The soldier's pale lips tremble, his gaze distant yet focused. "I... I couldn't see clearly," he confesses, frustration tainting his weak voice. "The chaos... the darkness... but I'm certain. They all had tattoos. A mark of some sort on their wrists."

Dust and smoke billowed into the room, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of high-grade explosives. Through the haze walked three figures. They weren't the standard mercenaries. These were taller, bulkier, their armor pulsing with a faint purple runic script. Morana’s elite. The Hollow Men. "Secure the package," the lead soldier said, his voice mechanical. He raised a weapon—a glowing staff that crackled with electricity. Kai burst through the hole in the wall a second later. He was bleeding from a gash on his arm and his chest plate was cracked, but he was still standing. He roared and tackled the lead soldier, driving him into the concrete floor.