What if Miller shot something else at Gitmo..
Over the last few days he had been training under Lieutenant Green and Burk. It had been long hours from dawn to nightfall and time wasn't something they had. They were arriving to Gitmo soon and they had to be ready. Ready to face whatever was waiting for them there. He was trying, really trying, but felt like he was failing all the time.
He was in full gear, holding a gun in his hands. Behind Neville and waiting for their sign.
"Tac 2, let's go!" He heard and trailed his way behind Neville. As he stepped out to the open where Lieutenant Burk could see him, he heard him shouting at him.
"Dammit Miller! Muzzle down!" He was startled. Realizing that he had had the gun pointed up too high.
"Sorry, sir." He said.
"Sorry is not gonna do any good to Neville when you shoot his head off at Gitmo!" He heard Burk raising his voice at him, making sure he knew what the consequences were.
He swallowed and they were ordered to start over. In his mind he was telling himself to calm down, take it easy, but he felt even more nervous than ever. Muzzle down, muzzle down, he repeated to himself over and over again.
They had arrived at Gitmo and he was on the team with Captain Chandler and Lieutenant Burk. He was maneuvering behind Chandler and Burk, looking around and trying to hold his muzzle down. Be alert, check your surroundings, he was going through the phrases they had been told. He felt the sweat on his back as it was getting hot with the hazmat suit on, and he was nervous. Feeling his heart beat in his throat as he was trying to look around him, trying to hold his place with the group. Trying to keep up, all the while making sure the area was secure.
As he was focusing on the task at hand and trailing Chandler and Burk, he heard a sound come behind some barrels and pulled the trigger by accident as he was startled by the sound and then he saw the rat run away from him. It was just a rat. And before he could realize anything of what had just happened, he heard a man scream out of pain.
"Dammit Miller!" "I told you muzzle down!" He heard Burk's irritated voice and turned to look at him as he was lying down on the ground in pain and holding his ass.
"It.. It was down.." He stuttered as he looked at Burk with shock.
"Not down enough! You shot me in the ass!" Burk yelled.
"Sorry, sir." He said.
Sorry is not gonna do any good to Neville when you shoot his head off at Gitmo! He heard Burk's voice in his head again. Well at least he hadn't shot Neville's head off..
