In the year 2043, America has once again positioned itself as the world's leading superpower. With the disbandment of nuclear weapons, countries looked to using super soldiers as the next great weapons of war.
Brandon Jones is the world's greatest super soldier, The only S Rank super soldier in the world and he fights proudly for America.
Somewhere in Pakistan, a young man in his mid thirties, is holding a large wound at his side. He's 6'6 tall, with tanned skin, and an impressive build. This is Brandon Jones, the strongest super soldier and our protagonist.
"Sir we have to leave here soon, the mission was successful, but we will die if extract isn't here within the hour." said a young Hispanic soldier
"Soldier, to be honest this mission was never planned for a return trip, we were sent on a one-way and this is the end. I apologize for bringing you along, but I needed good men here to ensure the success of our mission." Says Brandon as he gets weaker by the minute.
"Sir, with all due respect, how am I to believe that our country would dare to send our greatest weapon on a suicide mission? The military as well as the citizens would never rest easy if your death was to become true."
Hahaha *cough* cough*
"Soldier, our government has two other S Ranks that move in the shadows. With those two out there I've been replaceable for a while now, my death serves multiple purposes that are way too important to those suits up high."
Silence ensues as the young soldier can't believe the information he just received.
"First purpose is to wrestle back power from me. As the world's greatest weapon, countries fear me more as an individual than they do our government. With two other S ranks replacing me, they'll show the world that they still hold the real power."
"Second reason is nothing more than an excuse to invade this place and take their resources. We aren't supposed to even be here officially, but none of that matters to the UN if America loses its greatest weapon in the process. They'll sign off on the invasion papers to please America while secretly gloating at the playing field becoming even. Unbeknown to them, the day they sign those papers is the day the US will reveal my replacements."
"....But how can our government do such a thing for such petty reasons!" We just risked our lives killing eight of their super soldiers, and fighting off the remaining two. We did something worth being celebrated for, so why do WE have to DIE?!" Screams the young soldier
"That's enough soldier! We signed up for this the day we enlisted. This is how the military life goes once you join Spec Ops, but don't despair, no one needs to die but me. My death is the only one that carries weight. I'll create a diversion and you can swing out the back, they won't notice you because they'll be too busy worried about me. That'll be your way out!" Says Brandon with bated breathe. He knows it's almost time and all he wants to do is save one last life before he goes.
"I can't leave you sir, I just…"
"I'm not asking you Sanchez! This is a final farewell that's not up for negotiation, it'll be the highest honor for me if you took this chance. I need a message given to my cousin if you make it out alive, I've written it down here with my final words to my wife and child so please!" Asked Brandon as he hands Sanchez a letter, time is short and he didn't want to argue with Sanchez anymore.
Hesitantly, Sanchez salutes to Brandon, and precedes to say. "Sir, that's the first time you called me by my name so how can I deny this request?!" Said Sanchez as he gave a solemn smile with tears flowing down his eyes.
Brandon gets up and is finally ready to take one last stand. He refuses to look Sanchez in the face afraid of any last regrets. He runs forward and plows through the wall with full strength despite his injury, catching his enemies off guard.
*Booooommmmm*
A single gunshot takes off the head of one of the enemy soldiers, but before he can attack another, he's hit in the shoulder by a retaliating gunshot. Stunned by the sudden attack, Brandon is hit again by another enemy soldier's gun. He knew they were preparing for his counter attack, but he was still surprised by their quick response. Not to be outdone, Brandon unloads six more shots in retaliation, killing a single soldier with every shot before finally feeling the fatigue and pain of this long campaign. He stumbles and falls against a wall, sliding down slowly. There are a few surviving enemy soldiers, but the fear of facing the strongest soldier keeps them from approaching. They watch silently, hoping to witness this historical moment.
Brandon knows this is his time, he just hopes that Sanchez can escape, at least that would give his death a bit more meaning. He starts to think about his wife Kayla, and their daughter Iris, and he smiles knowing that his few contingency plans will keep them safe and provided for. Fumbling in his shirt pocket with bloody hands, he takes a picture and stares at it. He thinks back on his life and realizes that he had a truly happy and fulfilling life, he realizes the only regret was that he didn't have more time with his family to watch over them more. Regardless, his life was worth living and he dies from his injuries with a smile on his face and his wife's and daughter's picture in his hand.
The moment Brandon's heart stopped, an alarm went off in a dark room filled with twelve elite American soldiers and one general. Two of the soldiers are clearly higher ranked based off their position which is close to the general. The shadows obscure all of their faces.
The general then begins to speak once the alarm sounds.
"America has just lost our first S Ranked super soldier, he was brave and he defended his country a dozen times over! We will not allow them to take or parade his body around like some trophy. We will not give them time to severe his head and present it to the world, we will strike and we will avenge him! He willingly sacrificed his life in this operation for the sake of our country so we will honor him with blood and tears!" Screamed the general
All twelve of the soldiers in the room turned to the screen, saluted, and yelled in unison "SIR, YES SIR!"