Zach's POV.
"Boys it looks like we are being attacked by an unknown enemy. Keep close to one another and don't forget. Anyone that resemble someone from this base shoot to kill." I whispered under my breath. I didn't want to make a lot of noise.
Despite the fact that I just shot and killed someone.
'It's the thought that counts right?'
"Yes sir."
"Don't worry sir we will gut the bastards that tried to take us out.'
"Consider them all dead sir."
"Good, let's move out." Smiling as I said the last part, I dove out of the tent flap into the night ready to kill.
My comrades/ brothers followed shortly afterwards. All of them splitting up into groups of two, making their ways through the rest of our camp.
Steve stayed behind with me. We worked extremely well together, both quiet and deadly our movements were practically in sync with each other.
"Ready Steve."
He nodded his head in answer to my question. The next second his body disappeared, and he was gone. However, I knew that he was nearby, hiding in the shadows watching my back.
With confidence that my back was fully covered I moved through the camp, sticking to the dark and killing anyone that I knew didn't belong here.
The night dragged on and gunfire could be heard blasting all over the place. Clearly lots of combat was unfolding and many people were dying, probably on both sides.
I could only pray that my brothers made it out of the fire alive. As I was moving forward a shadow could be seen hovering around the outside of a tent. Without wasting anytime, I aimed my sidearm at the shadow center mass, and fired.
"Bang. Bang."
Two shots were all that it took for the hiding shadow to fall to the ground. I moved up to the body to confirm my kill.
The man had lightly tan skin with a scarf covering his face. Upon removing the scarf, I saw that he had brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"Fuck they are from the Black Death Order." I knew immediately that the man belonged to that organization. Considering the fact that he had a small tattoo under his right eye in the shade of a scythe.
Which was the symbol of the Black Death Order.
They were a truly heinous organization that committed genocides all across for their 'goal' if you could even call it that. Even to this day no one truly knows what their goal is. So, we have them classified as an organization to incite chaos.
"Fuck this just got a lot more complicated." i said as I moved from my spot so that his buddies didn't find me.
The Black Death Order was a tough opponent to face since their members do whatever is necessary to kill their opponent. Such as kamikaze tactics or even various forms of inhumane torture.
They were sick inhumane bastards, and my men were currently fighting them in the middle of the night.
"Fuck, Steve link up with the others were facing the Black Death Order!" I yelled as I ran towards where I could hear the most amount of fighting.
For this enemy we needed to all stick together.
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