I was a soldier: Reaper 死神：私は兵士でした

Him? I've heard of him. It happened years ago.

He was a true soldier.

There was a soldier, by the name of Helios, he was a close friend of the stallion I sought for.

7 years ago was a war that engulfed his world. "The war of the Damned" or as most of you call it World War 3.

And in that war was a soldier, who bravely fought through the battlefield, and disappeared from his worlds history.

He was a lone wolf who fought without fear nor hesitation.

The story begins.

It was a dark and cloudy day...

August 16 2016

11:15 AM

Sgt. Connor "Reaper" Sanders

Delta Force

Manhattan, New York

War, it destroys everything it touches. It destroys anyone who is caught up in it physically, mentally and emotionally. It messes with the minds of the people involved. It creates fear, and death. Hate and anger. But what would happen were someone from war entered into a land of peace. Would fear take control? Would the soldier bring war and the harm with him? Would anything change at all? In a world of uncertainty, one can always fear.

The name is Connor. sergeant, U.S Army, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta. I served in this unit for most of my life from a young age . I am still under aged and by law I shouldn't even be in the army but barely anyone knows anyone who does know is probably dead.I barely even talk much anymore ever since the "incident". I fear what would happen if I were to tell any of my few surviving friends or any of my superiors. All my life I have feared every second every minute of it. War was the only thing I knew. My friends all went to serve a month after the war started, so I soon followed. After basic training we were deployed into the war. Within the first few  weeks most of the people I trained or grew up with died. After a month many more followed now I don't know if anyone I knew is alive. I don't know if I might ever make it home,hell, I don't even have a home. The only thing keeping me going is habit. Wake up, drill, eat then go kill. That defines my life in a nutshell, interrupted only by the death of a friend or going to the local battlefield hospital. It was like what George Patton "May God have mercy upon my enemies because I wont,"

"Sanders! Sanders! Wake Up!"  My ears were making a deafening ringing sound. It slowly subsided, I could hear clearly, I was in the interior of a downed black hawk helicopter lying in the corner of the helicopters internal cargo hold. Both the pilots were dead only a few lucky survivors remained wires were hanging from the roof outside I could here multiple fully automatic gunshots,explosions and shouts American or invader alike. There were also sounds of screaming civilians and wailing sirens because evacuation was still underway.

"Sanders! get your sorry ass of dis pile of shit!"I snapped back to reality after hearing the distinct reggae accent of the sergeant major Tyrone Callais. I grabbed my custom Scar L with an acog  sight with a grenade with multi-cam camo.

I slowly looked up to analyse his features He was the oldest person out of all of us despite him looking like he was on his mid 20's. He wore combat overalls in the woodland marpat camouflage on his torso was a black Kevlar vest with pouches for ammo and grenades and he wore a red bandanna.

"C'mon ya skeezer!" barked Tyrone over the noise of gunfire.

"YES SIR!" I yelled back. I sprinted to the nearest piece of cover which was behind a burnt car which Tyrone was letting a few rounds lose behind.

"Sir whats my orders!" I shouted then being forced back after a nearby detonation from a grenade.

"To shut up and do as I say," he primed and chucked a grenade of his own clearing out a group of reds. It wasn't the most specific set of orders I received but order's are order's  I laid down suppressing fire killing several soldiers with perfect  head-shots causing blood and bits of brain to gush out.

"Everyone move up,"Tyrone barked. We were on New York's famous high street, it was now littered with the burning cars  and the bodies of civilians and soldiers littered the streets, The billboards were cracked and faulty with skyscrapers collapsing and up in flames.

"Enemy Ambush!" a soldier yelled he pointed at the direction of the enemy but was immediately shredded by machine gun fire. I avenged the fallen soldier with a salvo of bullets he was filled with holes with crimson red blood oozing from them. There was a sudden streak from bullets that few past me i sprinted to the next piece of cover I could find and using the grenade launcher attachment I shot a frag blowing up a car burning anyone near it sending them flying.

A fellow soldier next to me took a shot to the head blood oozing out of a gaping hole in the forehead. I cocked my rifle looked down the the scope and pulled the trigger, my target lost his footing and sprawled to the floor, as he tried to crawl away Tyrone shot him with his side arm.

But every communist soldier we killed ten more too his place until... "RPG!" Tyrone yelled. That was the last thing I heard from him, he and the group of soldiers were caught in the explosion killing them instantly, I was knocked back by the shock-wave making my lip bleed.

"Long time no see buddy. you still alive?" I heard a familiar voice. It was a calm and young voice distinguishing a male in his late teens,there was an eerie silence, I slowly looked up.

I hoped it wasn't true but it was. From the smoke and fire from the previous firefight was a black cloaked figure with a black ballistic mask and wearing  ripped blood stained black trench coat with body armour underneath. Following closely behind him was a squad of soldiers which were  Spetsnaz soldiers.

"капитан go up ahead and clear the are of filth,"the man with the ballistic mask said.

"да командира,"said the captain of the squad with a thick Russian accent, he issued orders with different hand signals, and the three Fireteams split up to finish of any allied troops or civilians in the area.

"So," the man said"Ready for our long awaited joust!"

"You bet Azrael!" I yelled.

Azrael chuckled,"I thought you would say that," He sprints at me. With natural reaction I pick up my scar L firing fully automatic bursts at him. He swiftly dodges with the bullets managing to hit him, pinging of his armour or grazing him, after realising I wont be able to hit anything at this distance I pulled at my combat knife. He did the same.

We were soon thrust into blade on blade combat. I swung my knife at him just managing to craze his ballistic mask in return he swiftly cut my wrist and slashed at the side of my chest. I quickly removed my side arm from its holster and shot several rounds. Before he had time to move away the bullets hit his shoulder, torso and arms.

"Now's my chance!" I dashed in with my knife attempting to give him the finishing blow... I was a fool. Before I could even touch him I felt a sharp pain. I look down to notice a gaping stab wound on my stomach crimson-black blood pouring from the wound.

"Reaper the bringer of death dies," Azrael chuckled. "Oh the irony!"

His voice then deepens as he pulls out his side arm an MP-443  Grach."So any last words," Helios said.

"Actually yes," I said an evil grin formed on my face. "See you in hell,"

I revealed a ticking frag grenade at the palm of my bloodied hand. Before he could react the grenade went off killing us both.

I then saw a sudden flash of light then darkness.

"oh my goodness,"said a hushed quiet shy voice.

"Is he okay?" mused a high pitched raspy voice.

"Somepony! anypony! call an ambulance!" exclaimed young calm voice.