I hid in the shrubs. I'm a good warrior, perhaps too good. Nobody's really sure how to get rid of me. Which right now is a good thing.

A bullet whizzed past my ear. I lifted up my gun, slowly so as to not make any noise, then shot where the bullet had seemed to have come from. I heard a soft thump, like a dead body hitting the ground.

Like I said, too good.

Comrade Alfred - no, I should say Comrade Jones due to his rank - calls me The Rooster for some reason. Comrade Arthur - maybe I should use his last name too? - always rolls his eyes whenever comrade Jones calls me that.

No, i think technically we're all the same rank, so we can call each other by our first name so long is it's not to lower-ranked soldiers.

Another bullet whizzed past.

I wondered what my sisters would have thought of me, doing the Allies' dirty work?

A bullet grazed me on the arm. It was probably meant for my heart, but aiming isn't really all that easy in the dark.
Especially for poorly trained Germans.

I was getting too careless. I pulled out my knife, then snuck up behind the man and killed him. I ran back to base before I could get ambushed again. And just in time too, it seemed.

"Hey, Rooster! We got trouble!"
"Call him by his proper name, you dolt!"
Da, that would be comrades Alfred and Arthur. They shout at each other a lot.

"Quickly! We can't hold them off much longer, aru!"
That would be commander Yao. He's Chinese, so he has a funny accent.

I shot towards the attacking soldiers, killing them easily.

"Hahaha~! Now that Rooster's here, we're sure not to die!"
"Use proper English!"

~~~

I'm not respected. Not in the USSR. They spit on me in Leningrad. Only the army cares for me. And even then just because I'm winning the war for them. At least they have the kindness to send me pictures of my sisters. Natalya seems to be getting prettier by the day.

I felt a pain in my chest. I cried out.

Comrade Francis must have been passing by. "G-Guys? I think you need to see zis..."
Comrades Alfred, Arthur, and Yao ran in.
"Oh... Oh God..." Comrade Alfred said.

As I breathed my dying breath, I prayed to God, "Please help me make it through." But I knew it was hopeless. They say God is 18 years away from Russia.

"Commander Braginski!"
"Ivan?"
"IVAN!"

A/N: so i based this off The Rooster by Alice in Chains
yep