""Sherlock!" John screamed. He saw his friend hit the ground. He rushed over. He was to late. His friend was dead.
John woke up sweating. He was back in bed at the camp. Sherlock was dead, and he was back on the battlefield. John had waited a year, slowly going mad, before he decided to join the army again. Lestrade, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, and Mycroft had all tried to convince him to stay, but he couldn't. This was were he belonged. He had no life in London. Not anymore. Not since the fall. John got up. Today was a training exercise. Not particularly exciting.
John lay in the dust, his military vest pressing awkwardly into his side. He looked around. The exercise was similar to capture the flag, but much more dangerous. There was nobody around. John stayed low, and shifted his vest to a more comfortable position. He picked his gun up again, and slunk into the forest. John put his back to a tree, and was looking ahead. when he heard the noise. John took a deep breath, and slunk around the tree. Then he saw something that made his breath stop.
This isn't part of the game.
His heart quickened. Thoughts flew through his mind.
How did they get here? How did they get past the defenses?
John didn't have another thought. His military instincts took over. He shit rapidly at the two soldiers who fired back. He ducked and rolled away behind another tree, then shot again. A bullet grazed him, but he continued shooting. He killed both of them. He wasn't proud.
John started yelling, raising the alarm. The troops came and gathered around him. He told them what had happened. The captain split them up into groups to search the area.
John went with his group as the checked out the surrounding area. There was nothing.
Suddenly they heard shouts, and a radio static signal for reinforcements came in on their radio. John and his group rushed to their rescue. The enemy troops rained fire down on them.
Bombs exploded, trees fell, men screamed.
John ran over to the injured men, to try and help them. He helped a few, but he couldn't help everyone.
He knelt by a man as he tied in John's arms. This was what he hated, but he couldn't grieve now. He moved on to the next man, and bandaged his arm.
Suddenly there was a a loud explosion that hurled John into the air. He came down on his leg hard. He heard it crack, and he cried out in pain. He heard a scream next to him.
"Charlie!" John screamed. "No! Charlie!" John dragged himself towards his friend, only to see that his face had been blown off. There was a sudden wind, and sticks and debris flew at his face. John saw a big machine getting ready to be fired. Johns gaze was getting cloudy. The ground started to shake, and John was thrown to his face. There was a loud boom, then sudden silence, and John blacked out.