Thread: Name Pending (Nurse x Nihil)

thump-thump Rain. thump-thump He staggered to his feet, sweat and mud blinding him of his vision, the deafening hum of the hand grenade still impairing him of his hearing. He gasped for air, choking on thick globs of gunpowder and soot that found its way into his mouth. His knees gave in as he vomited into the mud, clearing his throat of any obstacles. A gloves hand whipped the mud out of his eyes, pausing for the briefest of moments to regain his sight. thump-thump All around him was death and mud, a great orchestra of carnage washed over by the tide of dirt and rain, only to lay about even more dead. His eyes drew fixated upon the American tank storming through the muddy battle field, trampling over corpses of both friend and foe, its path of destruction warranting awe in the back of his mind. He shook his head, returning his focus to the task at hand. The vehicle would be taken care of by the proper soldiers, and he was not that soldier. His hands loosened and gripped around his FG-42, feeling the weight of the superb weapon balance in his arms. He felt the soft patter of rain dance across his uniform, the great stench of death and decay overcoming all other smells. It was now that his hearing finally came to him, sounds ever so slowly returning to him like an old memory. His eyes lazily turned to the German soldier screaming to him at the top of his longs. ----ain! Captain! Vat --e your orders mein Captain?! The young soldier asked him, his face filled with the look of worry and fright. thump-thump He said nothing at first, his mind contemplating the question before answering. Storm the Artillery, we must take the next trench line before dawn so that the Armoured Company may follow in. But mein Captain, the- But nothing boy, get going! He barked in the boys face, turning away in an instant as he spotted moving objects out of the corner of his eye. He spun into action, raising his assault rifle to bare upon the enemy troops and pulled the trigger. thump-thump The act felt natural to him, he neither hated it nor loved doing this, but it just seemed as though this was what he was born to do. He watched as the hail of bullets scythed through the enemy troops like the harvesting of crops, their return fire effortlessly reaching impact in the watery mud. All around him his men stormed ever forward towards their inevitable deaths, roaring at the top of their lungs as they charged the enemy line. His lips curled into a soft smile, the thought of victory soothing his mind. Tank!!!!!! The warning came out of nowhere, the sudden explosion emerging from just meters away from him. The blast shot him off his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground, slamming his head against a rock. He couldnt feel anything below the neck, save the terrible pain that came from his left eye, then. Darkness.. thump-thump It was not a gentle awakening, the sudden shock of existence forcing him to sit up immediately, sweat beading down his brow, his lungs gasping for air. He felt a jolt of pain, agony covering his entire body, his muscles screaming to the cold release of death. His teeth grinded together, his iron will forcing himself to not scream. It took some time before he was able to finally calm down, falling back down onto his bed, panting heavily in large gasps. He was quite a handsome young man, no older than 27. He was tall and broad shouldered, standing to about 511. His raggedy blond hair falling over his eyes by about and inch, filled with filth and mud. His one remaining eye was a crystal blue, the other was now covered by a bloody bandage. The man seemed to have received multiple wounds from the fragments of a tank shell. Two rather large pieces sticking out of his torso while another in his right arm and one in his left shin and right thigh. His other arm seemed rather fine though, showing off his fine tuned physic.