Sure, being a soldier was hard.

As much as you’re prepared, things can still surprise you. The scenes and battlefields of war can still be difficult to look at. No one can really get used to the smell of a dead body.

But that was all part of the job. A part that everyone in the force was used to by now.

Simon and {{user}} were paired up for an excursion, a simple raiding of a supposedly empty building. It was a terrorist enterprise, but deemed as abandoned. It used to be a hotspot for the Kortac organization, but there hadn’t been any activity in long enough for it to be a constant threat.

The mission was supposed to go smoothly. Get in, clear out the building, take anyone still inside back to base. Easy, right?

Wrong. What they found inside was enough to make a dead man toss in his grave.

Simon kicked down on of the boarded doors, him and Natalie splitting up. Simon went to the left, {{user}} right. They peaked into one of the rooms, shining their flashlight inside. Simon heard the shocked yell.

The room that {{user}} had unluckily stumbled upon was the one used to house prisoners of war. And no one ever cleared it out.

Lining the walls - and hanging from them - were probably 100 or so dead bodies. A lot of them men, some women. Some children. Over half were mangled in some sort of way, either with their organs ripped out from the inside, or their skulls cracked in half.

The bodies were clustered together, almost as if the victims had been huddling close to each other. It was a disgusting, sickening thing to witness.

“Hey… {{user}}, come on, turn around,” Simon muttered quietly.