So I was watching Metal Of Honor: Warfighter and wondered that a STH edition would look like. So for the mean time, enjoy the picture ahead.

Chapter one through all of the fiction contains character build-up, I'd better not bail on this one. Review if you like.


October 11, 1998. On a morning.

Seattle - Downtown Hotel.

Sonic's P.O.V.

Wow. Today wasn't just normal, in fact. About an hour ago. This is what I had encountered.

"Hey Sonic..." Someone on my right said as I got out of the bed. Wait a second, why is it that my body feels free? Still, as I get up. I noticed that my entire body, from top to bottom. Was naked, then I look back at her... Oh shit...

"Amy?! What are you doing here? And why did you..." I said, her body was naked too. But was covered by the blanket.

"You asked for this... So why don't you feel anything great right now after last night?" She said in her lowest and sexy voice she can ever speak.

I can't really remember anything during sex with her, did I say something that aroused her? All that fate said, she did this at a bad time. I just got married, and I was on the Army since about the Persian Gulf war. They retired me when I suffered an injury during the service, that broke my leg and my good shooting arm until the war was over. I met Amy just about six years ago or after the war was finished, her age was 3 or 2 years behind me. Married about this week. But I wanted a child about a couple of months after.

Again, this was a bad time for this to happen. I walk into the wardrobe and wore me a red shirt with a jacket over it with blue thick jeans. Amy got up with only a dark red robe.

I just walked to my kitchen. And Amy informs me, about a house in Vancouver we purchased before the wedding. We were to go there about noon. We've would have to pack up as soon's we done eating.


Amy would tell me to remind of many stories while I was in Kuwait. Either being assigned to enforce the embassy, which was outright boring or flying in Iraq for the offensive. But most of the time, it was the embassy that made me felt insulted. Standing outside with 100 degrees of heat, feet is constantly burning or tiring, this was so damn stupid.

On one day at the borders of Iraq in the January of 1991, it was something interesting. I was along with 80 Marines with the mission to disrupt shipments and to capture a major outpost there. It was also the day that I suffered the injury. Half of us dropped in, I was on the ground while the others were on air assault.

The outpost was very large and guarded the main path to Baghdad with heavy resistance. Most of us knew that many won't return. This for me, I didn't knew shit before it hit the fan.

After 3 or 5 hours of hitting the base, we've taken the area while they fell back into their escape route that led out into the desert. Thinking that we won, there was over 20 enemy tanks in the Northeast, where the enemy was defending the city, started to attack us. But 40 more Marines showed up on ground, and the general from the base is already sending the SEALS from the coast from Kuwait by parachuting in. Problem? Takes about 2 hours to get here, due to location. The battle took place about a hundred miles from the borders of Saudi Arabia, but kinda slightly closer to Kuwait, but a couple of a hundred miles to the capital city.

While the wait was still going, I stood up on the wall, shooting at the resistance when a tank bullet hits the wall and sends me flying back unto the ground. I hit the dirt so hard that I blacked out.

I woke up about an hour later, my gear and weapon was gone and some of the marines along with me are still alive and or already burned to crisps. The enemy already re-took the outpost. The enemy general was mobian as well, a chipmunk in desert camo with the Iraqi Military's top brass. He'd would be beating us, or his soldiers for being rude. They get executed.

By the way, did I say that an hour has passed? No, it was 8 hours. Then, a sound of sudden gunfire flew by and dropped all the soldiers except for the 15 remaining Marines and the general. Then, I saw the SEALS, only 22 men that came along with us. More Marines had to pop up.

I formed one friend from that team, named Shadow, 3 years older than me and had black quills with red stripes on them. The aerial transport came around because most of the tanks had rested on the outpost's motor pool. I was taken on board and going straight back to Kuwait.

About returning from the fight, the doctor said that when I fell from the wall. I broke my left leg and my right arm. It'll take for months to recover, by that time. The war will be finished within that year. They've send some of my belongings and myself back home to Station Square, where at the airport. That's when I met Amy.

"So that what happened, who knew that you send yourself there to sit at the sun all day in a dusty place." Amy said. With some new clothes.

"Well. It was annoying as crap. But it's a good spending time when I have you." I replied as I packed up.

"Aw, that's sweet of you." She replied.


October 28, 1998. 1:30 PM.

Normal P.O.V

After hours of visa checks, buying furniture and cleaning the house on the same day about 2 weeks ago, they get to live here about for ten years. They take their time to relax and buy everything they need for Sonic's child.

His friend Shadow still had the spirit in him, somewhere that he is needed.

In the Waters near Somalia, pirates had taken a shipping vessel far from safer waters. Shadow's rank has increased from Petty Officer to Staff SGT in his time.

The plan was to hit the helipad on the front, Shadow is on sniper duty. He was to shoot the pirates on the ship before the assault team gets to an area of resistance. Meaning that it won't be much guys shooting at them, making it easier to hit them. The ship that they were deployed would not too far out from the pirates.

"This Maroon 1-1 to sniper, can you soften them before we get shot up ahead?" The squad leader on the front of the ship said that.

"I got you on the scope, I'll cover you on the way as much visual contact I can see." Shadow replied as he stayed on the helicopter and grabbed the sniper rifle.

The first target he saw first was six pirates, everyone on the ship knew that the SEALS are here. So they fired on both the team on the ship and Shadow on the chopper. He'd dropped three and the rest dropped three, taking half of the kills. The ship was small, so spotting enemies isn't an issue.

"We got more hostiles heading from the bridge, drop 'em!" He said as 5 more pirates head out from the door. Shadow had to take care of them.

"Clear!" A soldier said as he took point along the leader. He was suddenly grabbed by another gunmen, his grip on the soldier loosen up and Shadow pops him in the head.

"Heading upstairs, we'll lock the pirates down at the cargo bay and leave them to the rescue team. Better get a eye on the captain." The leader says to find him on the control room.

"Copy. Turn us to the control room where he is." Shadow replied and then asked the pilot to get a view of the captain. There was the pirate commander, and the captain. Minor wounds but he could.

"Alright. We've locked down the cargo bay, we're up here. As soon's your shot hits the leader, we're going in."

"Taking the shot." Shadow fires on the enemy leader's head. The team bursts in and checks everything.

"Okay. Captain's have some wounds, but it'll be okay. Rescue teams are already on the way to secure the hostages. Mission complete, maybe for now."

"Take us to the helipad, our job here is done." Shadow asked the pilot to land.

"Roger, better hope this isn't something big on the way." The pilot replied.

"Nothing, just get this thing down." He said again.