(July 23, 20**)
"AAAHHG!" a soldier screams in agony, failing his arms while being held down by medics.
"OH SHIT! This ain't no joke." a medic cursed after being covered by the blood from the flailing soldier.
"Quick, sedate him, we can't treat him like this, if not cut off his blown arm." another medic said, holding into the soldier's arm that looked like it was put into a meat grinder.
As they inject the soldier with drugs to calm the him down, a figure entered the field hospital, that is located in a city 3 kilometres from the front.
"SIR!!" the soldiers guarding the entrance salutes to the figure, an officer or commander, or possibly a general, they just saluted even though they don't know who the figure was, but the sigil on his shoulders they know.
"At ease" he casually ordered as he entered "I'm just here to collect some data" he said, the soldiers already know what he meant by 'data' and gave him entry to the building.
He walked through the double doors of the hospital and through the halls, ignoring the screams of agony and death within the building. He quickly found himself on the top floor and headed towards the hospital's overseer's office. The figure, whose shoulders adorned with golden sigils shaped like the sun, opened the door and walked into the office.
"SIR!!" the Colonel overseeing the hospital saluted.
"At ease" the figure ordered and the middle aged Colonel complied and moved away from his desk, allowing his superior to take seat."
"Colonel, give me the reports on the casualties this week." the figure ordered, his voice sounds sad about losing men in this war, and is expecting to have lower deaths and wounded. The Colonel immediately gave him a folder containing all the data of all front this week.
"Here's this week's report, sir" the Colonel said as he gave the folder, he opened the folder and read the files within.
"Hmmm..." he hummed as he read the files. "Nearly two thousand, five hundred dead, and three thousand wounded, certainly lower than last week but... I wish it was lower." He said, pausing briefly before saying the final part.
"It can't be helped, sir" the Colonel said "Our enemies outnumber us bya hundred to one, this amount of loss is already considered a miracle by the other nations, and we were losing more before you took command of the entire army" the Colonel said, giving hes superior a little praise as well.
"It certainly is" he leaned back, his features that were concealed by his hat finally seen, jet-black hair and onyx eyes looked towards the ceiling. "This is certainly helpful" he thought looking at the invisible panel floating in front of him. [Inspire – increases moral and willpower of every unit under the host's command, allowing increased combat effectiveness of units and increased survival of heavily wounded soldiers] he read the description of a buff.
[DING, New mission acquired
Mission Tittle: First Year
Mission Description – survive the war and make sure the nation won't fall for a year.
Mission Difficulty: A
Mission Penalty: Obviously the host dies
Mission Reward: Special Trait: Godly Charm- gives host the charm of Alcibiades.
(Good luck host)]
"Ah, a new mission, and the reward looks good" he thought "Alcibiades? Who's that?" he asked himself "Ah! I remember, he's the guy who had an affair with the Spartan Queen Timeae, no wonder it increases attraction to powerful women, I mean who is another powerful woman in Ancient Greece other that the Queen of Sparta?
" Is the war nearing its first year?" he asked the Colonel.
"In about two weeks, sir" the Colonel answered "Ah, and sir, happy seventeenth birthday" the Colonel greeted, surprising his superior.
"You.. How did you know?" he asked. Since no one should know his birthday, it gave him a forgotten feeling of... Happiness.
"I– I saw your birth date when I found your enlistment form before you rose in ranks, sir" the Colonel said stuttering, fear gripped his heart if he somehow offended his young superior.
"Ah, those things, I thought they already threw it out." he said chuckling, allowing the Colonel to let go of the breath he subconsciously held.
"But to think that a young man already has more control over the three branches of the military than the President in just six months after joining, is like a fiction brought to reality" the Colonel joked with his superior, and he just chuckled.
"It's called talent Colonel, talent." he said " And some other factors as well" he thought while thinking about the system.
"Well, I should really be going now" he said and walked towards the door, he stopped beside the Colonel "Thank you, Colonel, it means a lot to me." he said.
"It's okay, sir" the Colonel said closed his eyes, he knew that even if the boy was his superior, he was still a... Boy.
"!!!!" the Colonel stiffened, seeing three flashing lights on the nearby building "Sir! Look out!" he pushed his superior away before–
(BANG 3x)
The Colonel dropped, he was hit on the back, one managed to get a mark the other two missed their mark, his superior was unharmed.
(RATATATATATATA 2x)
Nearby machine-gun nests hearing the gunshots battered the building with lead, turning the already damaged structure into a ruin.
(FWOOOSH)
(BOOM)
A soldier carrying rocket-propelled grenades also joins the fray, turning the building into a majestic fireball.
"Colonel, are you alright?" he asked
"No *cough 2x* Not one bit, sir"
"Let me help you" the boy frantically searched for a first aid kit.
"No sir, the bullet went through my lung, plus–"
(BANG 2x)
(RATATATATATATA 2x)
(BOOM!!)
"–it's far too dangerous to here, sir *cough*" the dying Colonel urged the boy to abandon him because of the gunfight, him being killed by assassins will cause their entire army to fall.
" Please sir, this old man wants you to live and fight another battle for our people, don't let my small life be a burden for your greater mission." the Colonel urged him.
"Colonel–*tears starts to fall from his eyes* –I will avenge you" he left crying.
"Sir, this old man is more than happy to be able to shield you from certain death" the dying Colonel said weakly "I'm happy that I died for your sake—" with his last words said, he breath his last gasp of air and died a death of honor.
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[BEEP, BEEP, BEEP]
"I dreamed it again—