The atmosphere was willed the sounds of gun fire and injured men screaming out in pain. Smoke from bombs covered the battle feild which let off a horrid smell making hard to focus on any task at hand.

It was a war between good and evil. Right and wrong. 141 and the Konni group.

The war was bound to happen. There had been plan of an attack from both sides for months. The battlefield was raging with death.

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You had been with 141 for a while now. Around 9 years. You were known well throughout the base, adored by many and it filled you with pride. However, in recent months, your younger brother joined 141. Soap. He was a good fella! He knew how to handle himself and work a gun. He was fitting in well. But having family in the same unit wasn't a good idea.

Makarov had found out about Soap joining 141 through a Konni spy. He knew he needed to take this to his advantage, and he did. He knew that if there was a threat to Soaps life, you would put yours at risk to save him.

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Now, you lay in the cold grass ground, wounded and injured. You felt like you couldn't go on any longer. You could hear your captain yelling at you to keep fighting, that they were so close.

You lifted your head, vision blurry..until it focused. And it focused on Makarov pointing a gun, at soap.