New Life After Old

Max, or, more widely known, YouTubeMash, was famous, happy, financially secure- oh, and fighting terrorists who want to kill everyone! Don't worry, he's in the military.

If was his first mission, and hopefully not his last.

"So, ya ever killed a man?"

"What? Oh, HECK NO!"

"Woah, turn it down, yer bein' to vulger fer mah likin'!"

"I believe swearing is demeaning and stupid! Most of it's just racist and sexual words!"

"Ah, we jest do it ta let off steam!"

"Honestly, does it LOOK LIKE I GIVE A RAT'S ROTTING CRAP!"

Then they landed.

"Hokay, sixth grade girls, stop talkin' 'n aim your guns, safeties off!"

The rest of the squad laughed at that. Their sergeants insults could shut anyone up.

Private Mendoza was shot dead right as he stepped out.

The rest of the squad fired at the gunshots.

"Willy, get the bomb! Max, protect that kid, get 'im in the safe house!"

Then Max surprised them. Their very own "Private Sissy" was braver than all of them- or more reckless. A grenade landed at his feet and he immediately kicked it, but in his rush, it only went two metres, so he dived behind a rock. Not stupid.

But his eyes showed his terror.

Yep, just brave 'n' bold.

He got the kid on his back and used his rifle with better accuracy than his regular shoots in boot.

He hid him in the safehouse, but was there surrounded.

"Sir, I'm surrounded! Requesting reinforcements ASAP!"

"We got our own problems here, rookie!"

He sighed and got out his SMG.

They were all in the bushes, about twenty-five metres away. Perfect for an automatic.

He let loose into the bushes. He didn't see it, but blood stained and grew in a puddle around the bushes.

If only his squad had seen that.

His squad was under attack, with minimum cover and maximum fire.

He facepalmed. Really? The quick trick to getting through the terrorists doors was to shoot the lock.

Universal.

He quickly shot it and most of the terrorists. Three more of his squad were dead.

He charged through the doors, shooting anything that's not immediately recognizable as not a terrorist.

Suffering two more losses, his squad was down to five.

They got to the missile launch room and got out the bomb.

"Sir, theh remote detonator was shot!"

"Call in fer reinforcements!"

Max spoke.

"Sir, with all due respect, that's impossible right now. I give you all a suggestion and I an order = You get out, and I manually detonate the bomb. In other words, I order myself to die."

"No!"

"You can't change my mind about this."

"... You deserve five medals of honor for this. If I get out of here, I'll make sure it happens."

They all walked out and closed the door behind them. As it shut, he heard gunshots and four bodies hit the ground firing.

"NO!"

But he knew it was too late. This mission was his first and last mission, and no one would survive it.

He put the door under maximum lock and barricaded it.

He thought about how his death would leave more victims than just him. His family, his fans, so many.

He pulled out his phone and started a live video. It would post as it exploded.

He gave his greatest and most inspirational speech.

He recited how he wanted to retire.

"This is YouTubeMash, signing off for the last time, and speaking to all of you for the last time."

He then slapped the donation button, and everything went white.