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Chapter 8
Herskillwaspeerless,theproductofU.S.SpecialForces’effortstomakeasoldiertoendallsoldiers.Butitwasmorethanthat.Shereallywasoursavior.
JustaglimpseofherJacketonthebattlefieldwoulddrivesoldierstogiveanothertenpercent,eveniftheydidn’thaveitlefttospare.I’msurethereweremenwho’dseeherandfallinlove,likeamanandawomanonasinkingshipspyingoneanotherbetweenwaves.Deathcouldcomeatanymomentonthebattlefield,sowhynot?Thewiseguyswho’dnamedherFullMetalBitchhadreallyfishedaroundforthatone.
Ididn’tthinktheyhaditright.OrmaybeIwasstartingtofeelsomethingforRitaVrataskimyself.Thatsuitedmefine.Trappedinthisfuckingloop,Ihadnohopeoffallinginlove.EvenifIfoundsomeonewhocouldlovemeinoneshortday,she’dbegonethenext.ThelooprobbedmeofeverymomentIspentwithsomeone.
Ritahadsavedmeonce,longago.Shehadkeptmecalmwithherrandomtalkofgreentea.Shehadtoldmeshe’dstaywithmeuntilIdied.Whatbettertargetformyunrequitedlovethanoursaviorherself?
MyOScontinuedtorespondautomatically,despitethedistractionmyemotionsweregivingit.Mybodytwisted.Iplantedafootontheground.Ididn’thavetothinkaboutthebattleunfoldingbeforemyeyes.Thoughtonlygotintheway.Decidingwhichwaytomove,andhow,werethingsyoudidintraining.Ifyoupausedtothinkinbattle,Deathwouldbetherewaiting,readytoswinghisscythe.
Ifoughton.
