Anika was 43, holding the rank of Captain. She was climbing to be the best, in which, she was. Essentially, Anika was a master of tactical combat and operations. She blended in with the shadows, could kill hundreds with only her knife, and collected hundreds of dog tags from killing with her knife. Most were American, but with the growing tensions in China, Anika collected the tags of helpless Chinese soldiers.

Eastern Siberia.

Anika was sitting on a stool in her little command post. She was on her phone, texting her girlfriend. Anika was one of the few lesbian women in the army, but she showed her pride and loved her girlfriend, whose name was Maria. There was nothing to do in the base, no orders from commanders. It was.. silent, one of the most rare things to ever happen in the military. Anika didn’t say anything, she embraced it. Anika continued texting Maria.

’When will you come home. It’s getting lonely.’

’I don’t know, Maria. The war’s been growing ever since two FSB agents were executed on Chinese TV,’ Responded Anika.

Maria didn’t text anything at first, then she sent her text.

’I hope you can make the wedding..’

’Don’t worry my love, I will.’

Anika put her phone away and looked at her post. It was a small place were she slept. Bland, basic, and smelled of tobacco when Anika rarely smoked.

“Fuck this place..” she said, holding her AK-12.