Morgan's looking at her, her piercing gaze chilling but still indifferent
"Yes, you can and yes, you will," Morgan said, her voice commanding and resolute. "Show me what you can do."
Ling stuttered, "No, no-" but Morgan's interruption was swift and decisive. "Silence, now! Go, don't hesitate, and be swift with it!"
Ling's eyes widened in fear, but her body seemed to move of its own accord, driven by a mix of fear and training. She picked up her sniper rifle and strapped it to her back, the familiar weight a comfort in her hands. Next, she bent down and unsheathed her small military dagger, strapped to her boot, the blade glinting in the dim light. She pulled her pistol from its holster, holding it in her other hand, her dagger hand and pistol hand crossed in front of her in a professional military pose. Her heart racing, she moved out into the snowy landscape. Her body bent and hunched slightly, her eyes scanning the terrain with a practiced intensity.
Ling's POV :
I feel my legs moving on their own, carrying me through the snow-covered terrain with a sense of familiarity, as if on autopilot. My mind is like a passenger, unable to control my actions, trapped in a haze of horror. can't 'why am i doing this, why is my body betraying me'.
As I approach the first two teammates, seeing the confusion in their eyes, 'they must've wondering why I haven't been responding'.
My body draws closer, my pistol raised, and I shoot them without hesitation.'they didn't see it coming'
I continue on, meeting the next two teammates and repeating the process.
'My pistol is empty', I drop it and pull out my rifle, taking aim at the drone controller and his companion. I fire two precise headshots, killing them both instantly. 'Whyyyyy!?'.
The drone controller's device falls to the ground, its screens flickering uselessly as I advance on foot.
I approach the bodies, my eyes fixed on the rifle lying next to the companion's body. 'stopp', I pick it up, adding it to my arsenal. I encounter the last two teammates. I shoot the first one in the chest, killing him instantly. 'please stop'.
The second teammate realizes something is wrong and tries to raise his gun, firing multiple shots at me. I feel the bullets hit my shoulder and leg, 'Please make it stop', but I keep advancing, my eyes fixed on my target. He tries to shoot me again, but before he could my body tackles him to the ground. I unleash my fury, punching him repeatedly, my fists covered in blood, his face a mess of flesh and bone. I don't stop until his face is unrecognizable, tears running from my eyes running down my cheeks.
Finally, I stand up, my wounds bleeding profusely, and i collapse into the snow. The communication device in my ear is still ringing, with Mr. Flint trying to reach me, 'it's too late' . My consciousness fades away, my body lying motionless in the snow.
End of the pov.
Ling's eyes flutter open, her mind foggy and her body feeling heavy. she found herself on a grand luxurious bed. In a dim, luxurious room, surrounded by velvet curtains and ornate furniture.
She tries to sit up, confusion etched on her face. 'I should be dead' , she thought. She remembers the battle, the pain, the feeling of her life slipping away, and loss of control of her own body. But somehow, she was still alive. And that's when she saw the same face, watching her with an enigmatic smile. "Welcome back, little soldier," Lady Morgan says.