# War Season

Title: War Season
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
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War Season
Dad seemed disappointed but hardly surprised when I told him I planned to go into the service after school.
Something about how he couldn't expect more from someone like me.
The only other thing resembling encouragement was a simple, "Keep yourself alive".
Fucking goober.
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Lucy on the other hand... well she understood, that's all I'll mention about that.
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I guess the biggest surprise was all the people here who seemed like shitposters.
Might have fallen into my old ways a bit; doesn't help we get good internet access even in desertfuck nowhere.
Least I got /fit/ I suppose. Something to surprise her with whenever I get back from this hell.
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It was the night before a patrol, and I was strangling the life out of my guitar trying to make something resembling music come out of it.
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Anon
Piece of shit.
Dying cats make sound better than this.
Those guides on the communist melon farming bulletin only seem to be taking me so far.
I wish I had a teacher here.
Lucy...
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Skip
KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN
From the darkness, I hear something cut through the still night air. A major league beer-can coming right for the back of my head.
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This time, it only grazes the side of my head.
Least I learned something in the service.
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Anon
Got a problem? Twink?
Skip might be more jacked then me, but he's a manlet. He'll never learn. Throws a mean fucking fastball though, he played division one highschool ball you know? Was scouted, but got fucked for a drug violation.
Skip
You know how fucking late it is to be making that racket?
Anon
And I'm on watch tonight, and more than far enough away you can just use your earplug.
Skip
Not good enough fucker, get an electric or something. I don't need to be subject to this shit before a patrol
Bags under his eyes, looks like he's not exaggerating.
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Anon
Take mine, don't need em anyways.
He takes them, but looks me up and down again. Guess he needs to chew me out some more. For his “ego”
Skip
Still pining over your girl back home?
Never should have told him about her.
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Anon
Lay off, faggot.
Skip
What, she know your out here so Exxon or whoever the fuck can dig up the remains of her grandparents?
Gruff
You talking shit about me again Skinnie?
The twig of a soldier yawns as he approaches the fire, his ebony skin would have kept him hidden in the dark had the scales on his elbows not given him away.
Skip
Can it halfbreed.
Gruff
Which part of me are you referring to there, my race or my species?
Skip
Both.
Gruff
Alright, though for a white boy you look far more Italian if you catch my drift.
Anon
The fuck does that even mean.
Gruff
You tell me, smoothskin.
From his tone, I can tell he is genuinely confused how that insult didn't land.
This guy might be half my size, but I know better than to fuck with him.
I didn't need CQC to tell me not to fuck with a dino, even a half dino, but some fuckers like Skip needed that experience hands on.
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Skip
Why you even pining after this girl if she's back home? She'll have long ago since left your sorry ass.
I peg the full can of beer between his eyes.
Out of all the options he could chose, he chose to headbutt it.
Not the correct answer, made obvious from the way his head spun as it crunched against his forehead.
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Gruff
Raptor fucking Christ Anon.
Gruff laughs, and takes a bite out of a Bug protein bar
Anon
I still can't believe you eat those things
Gruff
Don't knock it till you try it. want a bite?
Anon
Last time I ate a type B ration I threw up for an hour straight.
Gruff
You're a bit over-dramatic there, but suit yourself.
He shoves the entire bar into his maw. His face looks human enough until he opens his mouth and it looks like the fucking predator
Gruff
So why you even bring that thing if you can't even play?
Anon
Because
Skip holds the cold beer can to his head, covering up the third eye I opened up on him
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Skip
His girlie back home taught him how to play,
Gruff
And? Sounds to me like your just jealous. He ain't being that loud. I didn't wakeup till I heard you scream.
Skip
A DINO girlie Skip
Gruff
Wait, he's got a Dino girl? Anon?
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I nod at him.
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Gruff
Fuck. Still, kinda shocked he got anyone with the way he hangs up all those cartoon girl stickers.
Anon
It's called anime.
Gruff
You think I give a shit?
Anon
Don't knock it till you try it.
Gruff
Figured you just had a fetish though when the sergeant chewed you out after finding that pterodactyl pocket pussy.
Anon
Onahole
Gruff
Ona-what
Anon
Onahole, fuck those imitation American sex toys.
Gruff
Raptor Christ Anon.
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Skip
Anyways...
Skip opens the beer can, feeling like he's done a good enough job of keeping his wound covered.
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Skip
I need some shut eye, keep it down alright. I get you miss your girlie but you got to focus on what's in front of you.
He disappears into the darkness, the last thing being visible in the dark being his middle finger.
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Skip
Cunt.
Gruff takes a seat next to me by the fire.
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Gruff
Let me help you out a bit, I played back home you know. Learn a new song, suprise your girl when you get back home.
He takes a look at my guitar, and his eyes widen.
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Gruff
These strings... let me see if I got anything.
For the first night in a long time, I managed to make music come out of this thing.
I wish you could hear it Lucy.
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The next day, on patrol, our driver ran over an IED.
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I had the devil's luck, just some bruises, same with Skip.
Gruff, on the other hand, lost his right leg.
Earned himself a medical discharge.
Lucky bastard.
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For a second night, I was able to play something resembling music.