[This user speaks English on a near native level.]
[This user speaks German on a native level.]
[This user can curse in a variety of languages.]


I’m terrified.
I grip the trigger with stiff fingers; my arms shake as I send a rain of scorching steel down onto the enemy. The rifle kicks as I fire it. Vunk. Vunk. Vunk. A beat steadier than my heart. A soldier’s spirit isn’t in his body. It’s in his weapon. The barrel warms until it glows, the heat turning fear into anger.
Fu.ck the brass and their fu.cking pathetic excuse for air support!
Fu.ck the suits and their plans that aren’t worth a damn once the sh.it starts flying!
Fu.ck the artillery for holding back on the left flank!
Fu.ck that bastard who just got himself killed!
And more than all of ’em, fu.ck anything and everything aiming at me! Wield your anger like a steel fist and smash in their faces.
If it moves, fu.ck it!
I have to kill them all. Stop them from moving.