Rachel woke up again, but this time she felt even stranger. She looked around her saw others with all men in what seems like old military suits.
"Hey, Joey, you good to took quite a hit" The Man next to her bumped her chest only.
'Holy Hell?!' She thought….' Where's my chest.'
Soul Transfer Complete…Initiating Memory Transfer.
Rachel felt the Familiar pain in her head again. "Ugh" this time, she heard the mechanical voice, Unlike last time. She wanted to cause she wanted to scream. But, for whatever reason, she felt as if she shouldn't do that.
It was weird a feeling to not show weakness was building up in her.
"Hey, Thomas, you Okay."
Private Joey Thomas, a young man, drafted from a small town in California in World War 2. He is a part of a Platoon that operates the Tanks. His tank platoon is ordered to capture and hold a vital spot at a certain Crossroad to protect the division's rear echelon. En route, they are ambushed by the enemy's tank, which wipes out the entire platoon except for his small squad.
There Squad leader SSG Cons spotted enemy forces heading their way. The Group of Seven is now preparing for the fight of their lives as the enemy gets closer.
The pain in Rachels' head subsided. She breathed heavily and looked at her comrade Specialist Jason and nodded his head that he was okay.
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Mission: Keep Your Comrades alive
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Rachel hears the voice and shudders but for some, she held the gun in her hand tightly as emotions entered her.
'What were they?'
'Pride? Fear? Honor? Anxiety?' Rachel didn't understand everything but, what she did know was that she is in a warzone right now. But she doesn't understand where or what these emotions she's feeling are coming from.
'Thumb, Thumb'
It's possible that where instincts and they were taking over. She didn't feel like she should reject them rather except them and execute them.
The air felt extremely tense; SSG Cons held his gun towards the hatch as he readied himself to shoot whoever would open it.
Rachel watched along with her other comrades inside who were holding their breaths at their positions. For some reason, a thought came in from somewhere.
'Thank god we took all the ammunition.'
Rachel glanced at the stack of munitions behind her. It was plenty, and it will last them for a long time, maybe even the whole day.
The Hatch opened
Bang, Bang
SSG Cons didn't even hesitate to shoot the enemy. Once he did, all hell breaks loose as we all begin the assault.
Rachel let the body moved accordingly. She was barely thinking. She saw SSG Cons throw a grenade outside
BOOM, BANG, BOOM, BANG
SSG Cons them began to command the other guys in aiming as he looked through the little Peephole. Rachel followed his orders without blinking. She didn't understand them, but it was her body that did instead.
It was back and forth between explosions.
Any enemy that approached was destroyed, and then the enemy eventually ran into the nearby building for cover. Only for it to be destroyed by the tank.
She kept was now helping to reload the rockets. Suddenly Rachel felt everything slow down and the danger, as well as death, approaches. Why did she think that? Why is she feeling that?
She turned to Specialist Mac, who was grabbing Machine gun ammo.
Rachel felt the extreme need to pull him back, no she needed to pull him back. She pulled him back by his shirt just as something it the tank and pierced into it. Rachel wasn't sure what it was, but at least it didn't leave a hole and was covering up the part it pierced.
She and Mac looked at each other for a moment. They didn't speak, but their eyes communicated.
They rushed back to their places and continued to push through rounds in the chambers. SSG Cons was giving orders nonstop of where to aim and shoot.
The Fight Continue for God Knows how long until the final silence. SSG Cons was looking around for the enemy who had gone silent.
Rachel felt her the world slow down again and the familiar feeling of death approaching this time she completely gave into since it helped the first time.
She went to the machine gun hatch and opened it.
Her comrades stared at her in question and were about to pull her back. SSG Cons was about to call his name when Rachel took aim and, through instinct, fired at something through the mist.
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!
It was probably the largest explosion she had ever seen.