Soldier

Warrior

Sesa did his sit ups, counting them as he did.
"401, 402, 403-"
Someone knocked on his door.
"Okomota, General Harland needs you!" The voice said, then disapeared just as quickly.
He hopped down from his excersising kit, pulling his shirt on over his head.

"Wonder what the old Man wants now." He asks no one, walking to the generals office.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with a flying object and a private that somehow outran the object.
"And stay out!" The general yells, huffing as he flops down into his chair.
Sesa walked in and closed the door behind himself.
"Section 8?" He asks, sitting in a chair next to a young girl, about 7.

"Nope. Spilled my coffee, the little fûcker. Now, Okomota, meet Alia Gufrian, the sole survivor of an ISIS attack. She has some interesting things to say." He says, nodding to the girl, who was chewing cutely on a piece of chocolate.
"Well, shit. There goes my weekend." He sighs.
"Definitely. Top brass, Papa Eagle himself said Operation Freedom Front is a go." The general replies, handing him a manila folder. "You're going after the big guy."

Sesa perked up.
"But sir, I'm just a Marine. I can't go after Abu!" He protests, and the general looks at him like 'Sit your young ass down and listen to your elder.'

Sesa does just that.

"Look at her, Major. She's been through hell, both literally and figuratively. From what she's said, those bastards are putting civies in a goddamned concentration camp, just like the Nazi's did. Now, you're going on this mission or so help me, I'll break my old foot off in your ass." He says, coughing afterwards.
Sesa clenched his jaw.
"Respectively, sir, this isn't our problem."

The general's jaw drops a little.
"Jesus, you new marines..." He says, pulling out a bottle of Scotch and pouring himself a glass. "I forgot how cold hearted you are..."
Sesa resisted the urge to hit the old man right in his fûcking nose.
"Sir, I-"

The girl then spoke.
"Please... My family.." She says, shakily handing him a picture.
He took it, then looked at it.
In the picture, there was a man in Royal Guard military uniform, and he was smiling happily as three kids hugged into him, and a woman smiled into the camera.

Sesa felt a twinge of guilt, then, just as quickly, he steeled himself.
"They take them... Shoot mama.. Big brother fight, but lose..." She says, tearing up at the memories.
To her, they were just as fresh as yesterday.

He sighs, handing her the picture, then walking out.
"Where soldier going?" Alia asks, sniffling.
The general smirked.
"He's gonna bring the pain." Is all he replies, sipping at the scotch.