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"So, how do you like your new gun?"
The mercenary glanced at the young man curiously and gave him a firearm in his hands. Dave hesitated, but took the gun and stared at it displeased. He never liked it being here, in this camp - everything's controlled in order to stick on privileges Dave started to question soon. He absolutely hates the lack of freedom. But since his godfather begged him to go there, he had no other choice.
Begging? No. He forced him.
"It's a Berretta M9. The next official hand gun of the US army."
Dave grumbled quietly when he bitterly twisted the weapon to see every detail of it. He had seen some movies in which the hero drew his gun and killed one after another, but actually he didn't really know how he was going to shoot with a little thing like this. Dumbfounded he looked up at his mentor.
"It is your first gun since you've been here. I've been waiting for this moment. Soon you will be ready for some shooting action, kid"
The man with the eyepatch turned around, leaning his hands on his desk.
"This is your destiny, Dave. You won't be able to escape"
Big Boss gave him a serious look over his shoulder, continuing his confusing speech.
"...and if you keep staring at me like this, you won't be able to survive the imminent hell"
Dave flinched suddenly, as the arm nearly fell down. The mercenary smirked and shook his head.
"You have the eyes of a rookie, Dave. But this will change soon. There's a beast inside you waiting for to be waken up"
There was something in his raspy voice Dave didn't like at all. He just wanted to go back to college, where he was popular. And, of course, where he had his girls.
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"KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!"
"GET DOWN! GRAB YOUR WEAPON!"
"CEASE FIRE!"
Dave absolutely hated this. Crawling through the deepest, wettest mud wasn't his thing.
"What the hell are you doing there?! ARE YOU SLEEPING? CAN'T MOVE YOUR ASS, RIGHT? LEMME HELP YOU OUT YOU LAZY PIECE OF SHIT!"
The sergeant must be probably the most annoying person on this earth, Dave thought grumpily as he started to sneak through the brown and muddy mass again. It was raining like hell. The ground, his clothes, his weapon... everything was wet. And it was even more disgusting to get some mud into the mouth.
"Sergeant! Sergeant!"
Dave looked up, sensing his opportunities.
"What is it?!" , the shouting man replied angrily.
"The Commander wants to talk to you. It's about..." - The uniformed guy lowered his voice. Dave couldn't hear what he told him, but when both went out of sight, he grinned widely.
Immediately he stood up, grabbed his weapon and runned off the training field, leaving the other recruits behind, who were staring at him blankly. He runned into a near forest, which was the perfect place to hide. Dave didn't know why he shall stay in the dirtiest grime just to became a soldier. He never wanted that.
As he sat down under a little tree, he got his lighter and a pack of cigarrettes out of his pocket greedily. Unfortunately, it was wet as well as he was himself, but it was worth it. When he lit the cigarette, he paused to think. What else shall he do than being here? He sighed. He was good at college, got good grades, but he never enjoyed it. That's why hitting on girls was his only entertainment there.
"I'm going here through the deepest branchwood like an elephant and you missed the chance to hear me"
Dave startled up, the lighter fell on the ground.
"I'm dissapointed. Dave, you're a day dreamer"
Big Boss was standing in front of him. The rain dropped on his coat as Dave gave him shocked look.
"Dad, I... I was just..."
"... you were what?" , Big Boss interrupted him with a rising voice.
"I was just... just..." Dave stood up immediately, as if he was getting ready to escape, and at the same time he dropped the cigarrette. He scowled, when he saw his only possibility to escape from life laying there.
"I can't hear you. Stop talking like a wuss, Dave. If you don't have to say anything, or if you don't have the guts to tell me, better shut up before you're dragging my name through the mire"
The young man grinded his teeth and kept quiet at first. But he had to vent. He had to tell him. How could Big Boss make him down like that?
"Well, I was having a little rest, DAD" , he replied venomously.
Big Boss kneeled down, grabbing the cigarrette which layed in the mud.
"Having a little rest, huh?" Big Boss held the cigarrette in front of his face.
"I don't really care what your name is or which rank you have, Dad"
Dave felt better after saying that. For a moment, he thought he'd win. Big Boss, however, grinned. "You are stubborn, just as I was when I was young. But I'll show you that it SHALL matter to you, my dear son"
Big Boss grabbed his arm, got behind him and pressed it against his back. Dave let out a scream, distorting his face in pain.
"How do you like this, my son?!" , Big Boss hissed.
Dave couldn't reply. He was helpless. A feeling of panic was running through his veins. He wasn't prepared for something like this. Not at all.
"I doubt you like it. But... someday I'll show you how to counter my fabolous close quarter combat abilities" , Big Boss whispered into his ear, while Dave struggled trying to get out of his grip.
"On the battlefield, you will have to be prepared for the unexpected, Dave. Making no mistake, no single distraction shall cross your mind anymore, just you and your mission - if not, you will be dying like a dog. A very unpleasant fate, don't you think?"
Dave shook his head. "You are... you are insane!" , he moaned. Big Boss tightened his grip, the young man screamed out of pain once again.
"You'll run like a killing machine after I'm finished with you, my son"
Eventually Big Boss let him go and threw him on the ground. Dave landed unfortunately, his face directed to the mud. He didn't know if he shall feel pissed or scared, after what his Dad told him.
"I was the one who sent the messenger. He shall distract the Sergeant and it worked very well" Big Boss folds his arms, watching Dave getting up.
"Bastard..." , Dave said quietly and clenched his fist.
"What did you say?" - Big Boss bowed his head.
"Nothing..." The recruit figured he wasn't in the position to make any remarks. And he figured his dad was testing him.
"Your clothes are dirty. Did you fall down or something?"
"Stop teasing me dad. I'm fed up with that"
"You have no other choice, David"
"How are you supposed to decide? That is MY life, not yours!" Dave shouted angrily in the rain.
Big Boss sighed and closed his eyes. "So are your genes", he said softly, as the hardness in his voice dissappeared, and the water drops fell on the muddy ground. Dave was confused. That wasn't the tough dad he knew.
"Soon or later you will understand" With these words he turned around.
"Follow me. I'm going to tell you how to use a weapon"
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