Etrius screamed his name.
The General stared in astonishment.
Beecher's body lay lifeless in the middle of the battlefield.
Etrius was the first to rush to his side, collapsing to his knees as flaming ashes fell around them. He pulled him onto his back, his emerald eyes widening at the sight of the shrapnel piece, piercing his heart. Beecher's eyes were open but lifeless, red irises still and dilated.
The rest of Etrius's team blurred out in the background with each angry breath Etrius took. With bloodshot eyes and a vengeful sneer, he glared at The General, who stood on the opposite side of the battlefield. The detonator in his hands.
Etrius lay his friend back down and stood to his full height, throwing every ounce of hatred he had towards The General. "Son of a bitch..." There was a quake in his voice.
The General dropped the detonator. "Etrius, it's not what you think-"
Etrius unhooked Beecher's sniper, slightly damaged from the explosion. He faced The General again. "Murderer... You'll pay for what you've done."