A/N: Hello, dears! I started a Misdummer Night's Dream drabble, but it's taking forever and looking more stupid with each sentence (That's actually published now, haha. It's the new chapter in Egging on the Moonshine. I still think it's silly though). So now I bring you an AU, MelloMatt story that's powered by Breaking Benjamin's new album Dear Agony. It's a war story, so there will be blood, some mentions of rape, traumatic situations, character death, etc—but fear not, dearies! There will be sex. Duh.

I don't know much about the Afghan war (or any war... or how the Army works...), so forgive any technical or political mistakes. Also, in this story, the narrator and basically all of the characters will be racist against those that they are fighting. These are not my views or opinions.

I don't own Death Note.

War is not a glorious thing. Even if you do survive, you might get a pat on the back, a little medal if you did something extra special, something like that. It's not glamorous. It's not fun. Those veterans who say they made their closest friends in the army were the lucky ones. Those friends you make in the army? They die. They kill and bomb and ruin, and they usually die doing just that. It's best to just keep to yourself in the army.

I would know.

I'm Mihael Keehl; I go by Mello though. I'm a staff sergeant in the United States Army. I don't really know why I joined. I guess I figured it would get me in good with whoever if I got high up in the ranks. I've been here for a year. Here in Iraq, it's not as hard for me as it is for others. I've got a good eye and some serious paranoia, so I keep myself prepared for anything.

I'm not here to protect the United States. Hell, I'm Slovenian. I got to America through some adoption program, but that's a story for another day. I'm here to either get shot or get a scholarship for college when I get back. I'm a poor kid; I need the free admittance.

I'm a sinner. I've killed, both from distances and all up close and personal. I've sniped bombers from blocks away, but I've also held a handgun to a woman's head and blew her brains out before turning to her kids and doing the same to them. It's my job, and Mello never fails at anything.

I keep myself detached. All that matters to me is that my squad is working together sufficiently, nobody gets hurt, and to make sure I don't die. I don't talk to the other staff sergeants, the sergeants, or even my own squad in a personal way. I'm an official man. My commanding officer and lieutenants are the only ones I ever talk to, really. We're all here to work. This desert called Afghanistan is our workplace. The tents are our cubicles, and we have the rival company from hell.

I don't even know how I'm going to get out of here in time to go to college at a young age. But whatever. For now, all I can think about is what I have to think about. Get up, eat pig shit, grab gun, do drills, shoot some Arabs, infiltrate a building, go back to base, eat more pig shit, go to bed. That's my day, every day, every month. I can't afford to be distracted by anything or anyone from what I have to do as a soldier.

But then, that stupid little fuck came along. I don't know why the fuck my CO decided that we needed some bomb technician and computer specialist, but that fucking redheaded bitch was so damn annoying. It would have been fine if my CO had made all the nerds stay at the base, but NO. They had to be with the sergeant or staff sergeant in charge of a squad at all times when in the field. They even slept in our tents.

That kid, with his ugly-ass goggles and stick-figure body. Him, with the fucking annoying geek-speak. Fucking him, carrying around all this portable technology and never shutting up about how fucking great I was. He followed me around like there was no fucking tomorrow. Of course, he was supposed to, but whatever. Even at night, when my men were supposed to be getting rest, his fucking laptop would make those noises ALL NIGHT. And even more than that, he had some family or whatever back home, and he would never fucking leave the communications tent if we had a free day. When he wasn't contacting his fucking grandmother, he'd be playing some damn video game. Who the fuck brings video games to Afghanistan? This is a war, not fucking college life.

Immediately I knew that he was going to piss me off. I never really knew in what way he'd manage. But I knew, in my deepest thoughts, that he would drive me insane. This "Matt" kid.... he would be the end of me.

Hello again, loves! This is a prologue. Yes, more MxM. I'm really excited about this story. I've got lots of muse for it—at least, right now I do—and I expect it should be around 10 or so chapters. Maybe.

I WANT AN RP BUDDY. You must be able to write SMUT. Because I'm a horny bitch. My favorite RP buddy of all time, also one of my very close friends, Josephine Falnor, is amazing and wonderful, and also my eternal lover Blissful Lissy is super duper fantastic, but I've got some severe ADHD and need to be occupied all the time. If you're interested, PM me!

Review this story. Because I fucking SAID SO, MAGGOTS! Hahaha. Just channeling my inner bitch Lieutenant. Hearts and hugs, kittens and pugs. Have a lovely weekend, and be sure to VOTE ON MY DANG POLL. Or maybe you shouldn't... is this my next story? Oh, who knows. Vote anyway. 8D

-Christie

P.S. Has anyone else played the Demo for DNd: Infection? IT'S AMAZING. Even though it's super short. I am so looking forward to Akane's new MelloNear game! Looking at the screenshots in the Demo folder, I think it's set when Mello and Near are older. Anyway, enough of my rambling.

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