[3rd POV]
Our main character's life sucked.
It hadn't been all bad. He was a smart kid growing up with above average looks.
He went to a good university and graduated with a degree in Computer Science.
He could've gotten a job at a tech company, worked his way up the corporate ladder, and probably would have enjoyed a comfortable retirement afterwards. Unfortunately, life had other plans.
That was all so long ago.
Now on his 30th birthday, our main character was standing in a transport, holding an automatic rifle.
Destination: Taiwan. All around, explosions could be heard going off all around him.
Yup, our main character was currently fighting in World War 3. He was drafted immediately after graduating and had been fighting for the past 8 years. Over the years battles were fought all over the world. In Poland, Syria, Cuba, India, and now Taiwan.
Beep.
The GPS system beeped, notifying everyone that there was about 30 seconds before the soldiers faced hell. As our main character looked at his platoon, he sighed. Out of the 40 men, only 3 were recognized. Everyone else was as green as he was when he first landed in Warsaw. The battles in India had been especially bloody.
Sighing, he felt his heart drop. As the sergeant, he would once again have to look them in the eye and lie to them. Convince them they mattered. Tell them to run against a wall of steel facing imminent death. All in 10 seconds.
"All right boys! Let's show 'em commies what we're made of! Oorah!"
"Oorah!"
He would've made a great politician.
Punching a button, the landing craft opens. Immediately everyone covers their eyes as a searchlight shines on them.
As our main character squints out in front of him, the last thing he sees is a missile heading straight for the platoon.
"Son of a bit-" BOOM