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After so many days of war, full of smoke, wounds, dead bodies, blood and guns, it was time to go back home. I was glad, because the war was completed and I would go home finally. I was tired. I didn't care.
But I looked the completely destroyed ruins of the city. I was standing around the thousands of destroyed and shredded cars, full of smoke, broken glasses and fire. Cars that they used to carry happy families to their destination. Those families won't find their smile again in their lips after all this catastrophe. I was disappointed with myself that I didn't manage to save this smile. Just only to see again the happy families back again, singing and having fun in their house's garden.
I always hated myself for participating in the army and especially in the war. I was finding myself fighting with me. For the only thing that I was carrying about was only that this was over. The whole country wouldn't return back to war. And this because of me and my fight. Maybe I couldn't save poor people from the bullets, from the smoke or even the whole view watching their city home being destroyed minute by minute. When there is a lack of honor in government, the morals of the whole people are poisoned. I fight with my mind. My hands and my weapons are extension of my will.
At the end of the war, when finally the enemies were dead and the USA managed to do negotiations between the two countries, it was time to go home. The USA managed to sign a peace treaty at the last time for the rest of thirty years. But for how long me and other soldiers would fight in their fucking wars just only to show their power and their powerful and deadful weapons? My Captain and my other mates of the team shouted to me to pick up the last things and board in the truck to return back to the base. I would pick up my things and I would return back to home. Maybe I would visit Claire, but I needed to stay alone for some days. Just only to recover from the pain of war. I checked my weapon in my hands. I reloaded it but this time my hands were doing slow motions. Slow and tired motions. They were dirty, full of ground, bullets, the smell of smoke when your gun shoots and some blood of the dead bodies when I was trying to give them some medical care. Jesus...
I never cared about medals or awards. The feeling only of the victory or that the was over was giving me the biggest happiness of myself. Proud and with more courage and strength to fight in the next mission.
"Chris?", I heard a warm but worried voice behind me. I had forgotten that there was a woman during all this. She was always next to me, in front of me, behind me protecting me from the fear of losing my life in that chaos. I turned slowly and I saw her standing behind me, keeping some distance giving me my personal space and time to get lost in my thoughts. She was weak, her skin was pale and she needed immidiately to eat and drink some water. She fought hard. Harder than me. Even I had doubt thousands of times about women powers, she was really hard. This war made me to realise one thing. Women have internal powers, which make them harder than men. She was more patient, more hard, less sensitive than me facing the whole nightmare. She was trying to calm me down and help me to face the truth with courage. And she managed it.
I looked at her for some time in eyes. I smiled her lightly, but my body was craving to hug her. I made some slow but heavy and decided steps to her side and I stood in front of her. Then I grabbed her in my hug and I kissed her. I wanted to spend that night with her. Together, without blood and fights. To get lost in a journey of passion and love. She was tired too. She needed my hug to feel protection. My body was her shield protecting her from the fast and painful bullets. My kiss was her water when she was thirsty and my touches were her food when she was hungry.
I tasted some of her lips's flavour. That kiss filled me with a warm but cool breeze at once blowing my interial sould and world. That breeze blew away all the bad memories of my mind. I got lost in her touch and in her kiss. I wanted her. I was in love with her. I couldn't wait to lie her on the bed, to throw away those military clothes and taste every point of her naked and beautiful, physical feminity. To lie on her body and listen to her heart's beats beating fast after a moment of strong pleasure.
I looked at her beautiful chocolate eyes and I saw what she wanted the most.
"It's time to go home. The war is over", I mumbled her. She gave me a wide but tired smile and she hid herself in my hug feeling safe and relief that the nightmare days were. Our team was waiting for us. The war was over.

The couple Croftfield after their bad experience through the city and all the fights and fear for their lives, feels the need to go home. They both feel security in each other's hug. I always liked stories from war or the army. They were always my favourite. I used to listen to my father's relation telling me his two year experience in the army. Each soldier has his own story, which is worth to be listened. Words aren't enough to describe the psychological world of a soldier, who gives his services every day to the nation, for a nation without restrictions, inequalities and fears.
I really love books or movies about soldier or army life. Jarhead, Dear John, Saving Private Ryan and much more.

Credits
Lara Croft Special Forces Legend by: Matty-Croft
Chris Redfield Rev Water Mission Outfit by: Adngel
BSAA RE5 DeltaTeam A/B by: Adngel
M16 w_M203 by: sadow1213
Changhe Z-11 by: bstylez

The background is not mine.
Made with XNAProgram and Gimp 2.6.

Hope you like it!

Capcom, Eidos Interactive
Resident Evil Series, Tomb Raider Series
Copyright 2014

Description
After so many days of war, full of smoke, wounds, dead bodies, blood and guns, it was time to go back home. I was glad, because the war was completed and I would go home finally. I was tired. I didn't care.
But I looked the completely destroyed ruins of the city. I was standing around the thousands of destroyed and shredded cars, full of smoke, broken glasses and fire. Cars that they used to carry happy families to their destination. Those families won't find their smile again in their lips after all this catastrophe. I was disappointed with myself that I didn't manage to save this smile. Just only to see again the happy families back again, singing and having fun in their house's garden.
I always hated myself for participating in the army and especially in the war. I was finding myself fighting with me. For the only thing that I was carrying about was only that this was over. The whole country wouldn't return back to war. And this because of me and my fight. Maybe I couldn't save poor people from the bullets, from the smoke or even the whole view watching their city home being destroyed minute by minute. When there is a lack of honor in government, the morals of the whole people are poisoned. I fight with my mind. My hands and my weapons are extension of my will.
At the end of the war, when finally the enemies were dead and the USA managed to do negotiations between the two countries, it was time to go home. The USA managed to sign a peace treaty at the last time for the rest of thirty years. But for how long me and other soldiers would fight in their fucking wars just only to show their power and their powerful and deadful weapons? My Captain and my other mates of the team shouted to me to pick up the last things and board in the truck to return back to the base. I would pick up my things and I would return back to home. Maybe I would visit Claire, but I needed to stay alone for some days. Just only to recover from the pain of war. I checked my weapon in my hands. I reloaded it but this time my hands were doing slow motions. Slow and tired motions. They were dirty, full of ground, bullets, the smell of smoke when your gun shoots and some blood of the dead bodies when I was trying to give them some medical care. Jesus...
I never cared about medals or awards. The feeling only of the victory or that the was over was giving me the biggest happiness of myself. Proud and with more courage and strength to fight in the next mission.
"Chris?", I heard a warm but worried voice behind me. I had forgotten that there was a woman during all this. She was always next to me, in front of me, behind me protecting me from the fear of losing my life in that chaos. I turned slowly and I saw her standing behind me, keeping some distance giving me my personal space and time to get lost in my thoughts. She was weak, her skin was pale and she needed immidiately to eat and drink some water. She fought hard. Harder than me. Even I had doubt thousands of times about women powers, she was really hard. This war made me to realise one thing. Women have internal powers, which make them harder than men. She was more patient, more hard, less sensitive than me facing the whole nightmare. She was trying to calm me down and help me to face the truth with courage. And she managed it.
I looked at her for some time in eyes. I smiled her lightly, but my body was craving to hug her. I made some slow but heavy and decided steps to her side and I stood in front of her. Then I grabbed her in my hug and I kissed her. I wanted to spend that night with her. Together, without blood and fights. To get lost in a journey of passion and love. She was tired too. She needed my hug to feel protection. My body was her shield protecting her from the fast and painful bullets. My kiss was her water when she was thirsty and my touches were her food when she was hungry.
I tasted some of her lips's flavour. That kiss filled me with a warm but cool breeze at once blowing my interial sould and world. That breeze blew away all the bad memories of my mind. I got lost in her touch and in her kiss. I wanted her. I was in love with her. I couldn't wait to lie her on the bed, to throw away those military clothes and taste every point of her naked and beautiful, physical feminity. To lie on her body and listen to her heart's beats beating fast after a moment of strong pleasure.
I looked at her beautiful chocolate eyes and I saw what she wanted the most.
"It's time to go home. The war is over", I mumbled her. She gave me a wide but tired smile and she hid herself in my hug feeling safe and relief that the nightmare days were. Our team was waiting for us. The war was over.

The couple Croftfield after their bad experience through the city and all the fights and fear for their lives, feels the need to go home. They both feel security in each other's hug. I always liked stories from war or the army. They were always my favourite. I used to listen to my father's relation telling me his two year experience in the army. Each soldier has his own story, which is worth to be listened. Words aren't enough to describe the psychological world of a soldier, who gives his services every day to the nation, for a nation without restrictions, inequalities and fears.
I really love books or movies about soldier or army life. Jarhead, Dear John, Saving Private Ryan and much more.

Credits
Lara Croft Special Forces Legend by: Matty-Croft
Chris Redfield Rev Water Mission Outfit by: Adngel
BSAA RE5 DeltaTeam A/B by: Adngel
M16 w_M203 by: sadow1213
Changhe Z-11 by: bstylez

The background is not mine.
Made with XNAProgram and Gimp 2.6.

Hope you like it!

Capcom, Eidos Interactive
Resident Evil Series, Tomb Raider Series
Copyright 2014