A young man started panting, as he shot up from his bed. He looked around his surroundings first, to make sure he was safe. Then he started looking for something in his pockets. The young man looked around twenty one, he found something that would help him a lot, the mirror, which was present near the table, not far away from him. Just as he took his first step, he almost lost his balance and gritted his teeth because of the pain. But ignoring the pain, he continued walking forward with all his strength. And soon he stood in front of the mirror with wide eyes.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He looked a lot younger, and handsome than he remembered himself to be. He decided to check if he had any phone or there was one in this room. He had no idea where he was, but he remembered something. He remembered being blown to pieces by a fking tank. He was a special ops soldier, who got a task to exterminate a small enemy base. But the intelligence was wrong, because instead of a small base, what greeted him and his team was a fortress, heavily guarded by many enemy soldiers. This was when he realised that all of that was some kind of enemy strategy to kill soldiers. The secret ops had arrived here with confidence but when they saw the size of the enemy base, they were confident that all of them would die, unless a distraction is provided large enough to keep the enemies busy.
The young man was one of the best marksman, and melee combatant in the special ops team. But he wasn't exactly this younger. He was almost twenty nine years old.
A/N- Switching to FPP for the rest of the story
I had an idea what might happen if all of us were to be captured. The rest of them were strong in their own fields, but none of them were trained to be spy. I was trained, because of my genius in marksmanship and melee combat. If any of my team members were to be captured, I was sure that by some means the enemies would somehow torture my teammates and make sure to reveal the location of our bases. And if that happens, it would be a gone case for our country. All of them had families, whom they have to return to. Most of them even had children, while some were just married. I had met all of their families, because our entire team was more or less like a family. We were with each other from the start, and share life and death with them.
I realised what I had to do. Being an orphan, I had nothing on me that could make the enemy use to blackmail me. Not that I would get in their hands to begin with. I stopped in my tracks, and said to my other comrades, "Guys.. Each one of us know the danger here, and we also know that we won't survive if we just go on like this. I don't have anyone to return to.. So, let me help you guys a little. " The captain, a middle aged man, who was a father figure to me, glared at me sternly and said, "Shut it kid. You have a lot to live for. If we are to escape, all of us would escape. Together. " I smiled at this and said, "Cap, you know it very well, and so does each one of us. If we don't cause a distraction all of us are dead. You guys have family to return to, and I won't let any of you lose your life here. No need to argue any more with me. It was nice knowing you all.. " Saying this, I rushed back towards the enemy base, with my gun. I couldn't hear the voices of my teammates, who wanted me to return back, probably it was drowned by the sound of guns.
"Say Hi to Hades, Mother**ckers.. ", I shouted with a laugh, as I hit each of the soldiers, with a head shot. It was like, I had suddenly got high on something, because I continued firing at each one of them, making the enemy numbers fall a lot, and giving my teammates the chance to escape from here. Since, I had destroyed the soldiers who were attacking my team, the others in the team stopped and were about to help me, but they couldn't. Because the sounds of tanks, multiple tanks, was heard in the night battlefield. I decided to take it on. It was clear that I won't be able to survive, even if I fight with half of the soldiers here. But I can't let them hurt my teammates. I jumped away, just in time, when the ground where I was standing, exploded. "F*ck.", I muttered, as I stood up quickly, moving away from the spots where the explosions were happening. The explosions were again thanks to the fking tanks.
I was close to the tank, so I jumped up, and tried opening the door, but it was locked. So I did what I thought was the best. I removed the grenade from my utility belt and stuffed it inside the muzzle of the tank. I smiled, as I plucked out the pin and jumped. Then I ran and did the same thing to the other tanks, while keeping myself away from the explosions. I wasn't some kind of superhuman to be able to survive an explosion that big. I haven't tried that yet, and I am not willing to take that risk. After the tanks were gone, obviously exploded, I rushed towards the base as quickly as I could. I still had many grenades. Now here's the thing, if it were just a civilian, who was asked to carry this much of weight, he might not be able to move. But thanks to my special training, being a member of special ops, I was able to lift it easily and even run with them on me
The soldiers were pouring out of the base, but I was also killing them with precision. It was obvious that I was getting hurt too from some stray bullets, thankfully none had hit my vital points. I thought while I was running deeper into the base, "I just hope they send backups to support me once the team reaches our camp. " I was sure that none of the enemy soldiers were behind my team. Hiding behind a natural boulder, I decided to take a breather, but the enemies weren't as patient and cool as me. They decided to attack me, so I entertained them, by firing back in return. And soon, like expected, the bullets ran out and so did the grenades. There was only the gun in my hand. I had thrown away the useless things off me, so that I could run faster.