"I cant wait to get fighting, so we can just be done"
"those motherfuckers won't know what hit them"
Frank Castle listened to the passing conversations on his way to war. He and the rest of his troop were in a military transport helicopter. "the fight itself doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how many of us die. All that matters is the outcome" he stated bluntly
"wow, Frank, way to kill the mood" joked Steve Goodwin.
"I'll bet twenty bucks I kill more than thirty men" David Hoffman proclaimed.
"I'm not making a bet like that" Frank growled
"can't you have a little fucking fun?!'" Hoffman retorted.
"death is nothing to celebrate"
"not even the death of your enemies"
"the idea of enemies is completely subjective. One man's ally is another man's nemesis"
"we have common enemies"
"that doesn't mean they have to die"
"are you supporting them?!"
"I didn't say that. They should die, not because we disagree with them, but because they hurt people and use fear to gain power. Their terrorists"
"we're approaching the drop zone, grab your weapons and get ready" the pilot said.
They all grabbed their preferred weapons. Steve grabbed a sniper rifle and a pistol. David chose a shotgun, and an Uzi. Frank chose a scoped assault rifle and a colt python. They each put on their gas masks. "alright, we're gonna land and you're gonna get out" the pilot instructed.
The helicopter landed and they got out. Civilians ran in all directions, many of them turning savage. "kill as few savages as you can" Frank instructed "we don't want to kill innocents we don't have to. we do have antidotes we can use on them to, so there's no reason to kill them"
They all 3 rushed into the town. The thick gas around them clouded their vision. Frank heard gunshots from a house. he listened closer and heard crying. He Kicked the door in and saw the terrorist holding a mother and her son at gunpoint. He shot him three times in the chest. "you alright, ma'am?"
She rushed a nod towards him. "stay inside. If you have a gun, have it by your side. Keep your family safe"
She once again nodded. Frank stepped back outside. Savages were killing civilians everywhere. Throats getting ripped out. Faces bitten off. Blood. So much blood.
Frank Castle's eyes darted open. He had fallen asleep on his couch. "damn nightmares again" he muttered to himself.
He looked around the abandoned train cart he used as a home. Gun racks covered the walls. the only place to sleep was a couch in the center of the cart.