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Bitε thε Bullεt (A Soldier's l♡ve story) Completed


Warning: This is all my imagination.

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 After only five hours of sleep I woke up with my left eye stinging. Call me an early bird but I had to. I rubbed my eyes and got out of the bed, it was still three in the morning, and the only source of light was from my bedside lamp. My feet dragged behind me as I walked in Troy's room, the dumbass was fast asleep, snoring, splayed around the bed like he had fallen from sky. I shook my head disapprovingly and strolled up to him.

"Yo Troy, wake up man," I shook his arm.

Nothing. An irritated sigh escaped my lips. Guess I have to try something else. An evil smirk made its way on my face when I smacked the back of his head with force.

With a “What the fuck” he sat bolt straight on his bed and I laughed from his expressions, which were fucking weird.

"Man you are such a wuss. It's not like I threw a freaking grenade at you," I taunted in between laughs.

Troy glared at me like he couldn't believe it, "Fuck you," he turned away from me.

"You wish," I snickered then rotated to switch on the light.

"Just for the record I sleep like an owl." he growled.

"Owls don't fucking sleep at night you butt head," I chuckled. "Now get your ass up, we have to go." I yelled over my shoulder at him and went to take a shower.


Twenty minutes later I was in my combat suit. All my stuff was sprawled on the bed and I eyed them. After few seconds ticked by I grabbed my combat boots and wore them quickly then stood up. I wore my cap and hung the bag which had my stuff in it, over my shoulder.

Troy wore his military uniform as well. He lifted his head at my approach. "Ready?" I asked, and rolled my shoulders to ease off stress.

"Yeah," once out he took his minute to lock the door behind him while I sat on the passenger's seat, waiting. Was he actually saying ‘Goodbye’ to his house?

Troy drove fast once we made our way out of his place on a foggy night. Dawn was yet to break but for us it still would be dark, with death on our tail.

 "Did Maya call?" my man interrogated, when we neared Air Base.

I nodded in answer.

"I don't know if I will see her again," I murmured then cleared my throat.

Troy let out an exaggerated sigh, "C'mon man, don't even start this shit again, you always run after death whenever we go on a new mission," he snapped.

I raised an eyebrow. "I am being serious here," I growled, running a hand on my scalp

"Yeah right," he chuckled. I shook my head and decided to change the topic.

"You talked to Jenny?" I veered the topic. She is the only family he has, his mother. Well, if you wanna call his asshole of a brother who left them when he turned eighteen to enjoy what the world had to offer him. Then I guess he had a brother too.

"Yeah, man her tears almost drowned me." Troy laughed, and stopped on red signal.



Two hours later.


Troops sat  in the military aircraft, which was filled with nothing but uncomfortable tension. I glanced around and saw soldiers ready for it. If you ask me I knew every man was thinking about their loved ones. Will they ever be able to see them again?

I too was one of them. A picture of Maya was in my hands, I stared at it. Remembering the time it was taken, when I had returned home from my very first mission. She had been exceedingly happy when she saw me and had invited all my friends for dinner. The picture I held was from the very same night. She was smiling here, her long brown hair that always fell on her shoulders, matched perfectly with her brown eyes. She looked a lot like my mother that’s why both me and the old man were so attached to her.

 Troy had fallen asleep almost an hour ago. I glared at him when his snoring hit my ears and disturbed my peace as his seat was right next to mine, a little too close. Other soldiers either tried to get a nap or talked in hushed tones. I looked around at the guys who accompanied me on this deadly mission. These men and women in the troops were now my family, my brothers. They were my responsibility to protect and I was theirs.

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