So this is my new story! I hope you like it! Enjoy :)
I was raised believing in heroes. Not the superheroes you would see on TV. No, real heroes. My father served in the Marines almost his whole life. Being the only child, all his values and morals were drilled into me from an early age. Unfortunately I wasn't the son he wanted. He did all he could to make up for the lack of one. He would get upset at my mother for not being able to have anymore kids. Sometimes he would say it was all her fault. The fighting would continue. My mother's tears were constant evidence of the betrayal she felt from my father. They loved each other. But it was getting to be too much for my mom. It almost tore our family apart. Almost.
But son or daughter, I was my father's child. And the Marine Corps ran in my blood and through my veins, leading to the very heart that beat in my chest. I had ASVAB practice books on my bookshelf, and for years I read them like they were the Bible. By my junior high years, I could recite all my General Orders. All my time was dedicated to following in my father's footsteps. I did anything to make my father proud. I even played softball to stay in shape and learn the value of teamwork. He would take me hunting so I would get used to guns. Everything had to be perfect. Everything.
However, my mother wanted more for me. She wanted to see me go to college instead. To get married and start a family. But I couldn't see it. Maybe it was fear that I wouldn't find the right person, or that he would be like dad. Or maybe it was the fear that if there was someone, my father wouldn't allow it. Wouldn't allow me that happiness. It was always about military. He would say that that was my happiness. My mother did, however, made sure I didn't turn out like my father completely. My father had a great tendency to be cold and distant, aftermath of his time in war. My mother didn't want me to be that heartless. So I ended up with her social personality. Which wasn't a bad thing. Honestly I was grateful. I wouldn't be the great friend and comrade I am if it wasn't for her interference.
Throughout school I got good grades. I had friends and had a normal experience any teenager has through high school. Until my mom became sick. It was some kind of cancer and they found it just in time. However, she never really recovered from all the chemo and surgeries they put her through. She was weak and needed to be looked after. I began having second thoughts about my future, afraid that if I left her behind that I'd never see her again. So I wanted to stay home after graduation to look out for her, to take care of her. My father wouldn't have it and that was the first time I didn't listen to my father.
One night I was reading to my mother before she went to lay down for the night. She loved stories and adventures. But that night she stopped me. She looked me in the eye and smiled. Then she told me to go. I was too shocked to say much of anything. My mother, who wanted me to go to school, told me to leave for the military. She insisted that I get out of here and live my own life. She hated seeing me here, wasting time. I didn't leave until I was absolutely sure she would be ok. So I enlisted and left for boot camp.
Being a Marine was all I ever wanted and more. I met great people and travelled the world. I became part of a squad that had my back and then went to a base. I went everywhere, did everything. My life was never boring, but it was never complicated. It was easy. I never questioned orders, I always got the job done. I always stayed in my comfort zone, with the people I was comfortable being around. Friendly, but distant. Open, yet reserved. I felt safe not taking chances, with nothing or no one making me question it, or tempting me out of my zone. Until I met David Mason.
Ok, so this was inspired when I played Black Ops 2 for the first time. I fell in love immediately. Especially with the main characters. Loved it! So I hope you liked it :) Please tell me what you thought!