The Soldier Next Door

Today we are going out again, and we are going out with the new distracting member of our squad. Now, Emma has been causing quite a storm around the camp and I am very much annoyed when I say that there is a bet going on before the week is done that I would have had, as they say, a taste of her sweet lips.

Now, these boys have two things coming, one, I am just about married, and two I have a child that is on the way. There is no chance that I shall cheat on Ana just because I am feeling somewhat frustrated at the present moment. Well, I guess all of us here are, but since my ass has gone and claimed a woman that is not mine, the boys are making it rather difficult for me.

But one thing that I am looking forward to is seeing this girl in action. There are very few women that can hold up to these men and do I even dare to say that she will not be able to hold up to me. Yes, this is the ego that is going to get me into a heap of trouble.From NôvelDrama.Org.

So, we are off in three Humvees to a location that has only been made known to the camp. I firmly believe that the mole must be within the camp and not in my squad. We are off to a location deep within the city that has been recently cleared out by civilians. The resistance moved in and, well either they were forced to leave or they left on their own.

Our mission is clear, the previous group of Marines, which was unfortunately killed, had left a rather valuable piece of equipment behind. We are here to retrieve it, well we are going to do our damndest to get it back. This is making us rather confident that it will go off as a breeze, but I have learned so far that we should not underestimate these assholes around here.

It is with a great chatter, mainly to embarrass me about my encounter with Emma that we make our way to our destination. She, unlike me, is taking this as a rather big joke, well the woman has no damn idea what she did to me that very moment that her chest was pushed up against me.

Ya, I fucking miss Ana.

But putting that aside, we have come to our location. The plan is, we shall split up into groups of two and move from one building to another, clearing them as fast as we can. It is dangerous out this way and we do not wish to sit out here for very long.

So splitting up, I take Emma with me, for I do not believe this woman is skilled enough to be on this squad. We are the best in the battalion, you need to earn your ass to be in here. Whoever send her in here, is beyond me, for I had to move one of my men out to make a place for her. Now, that, on top of disrupting my camp is still firmly pissing me off.

That aside, “Emma, you are with me. The rest, team up, we are moving out.”

Well, there goes the goddamn chatter again, “Do I need to remind you that we are on a mission. One laugh too many can get your ass shot.”

Now, this did not go down so well, but yes, of course, Gibbs still stands and chuckles to himself.

“Gibbs you will do five rounds of fifty when we get back to camp.”

“Come on Lieutenant, I was laughing at myself.”

“Yes, at yourself at my expense.” I only but grunt at him and give him one rather firm slap against the head. “Now stay close, we are here to fetch Matilda and getting out.”

With that, we take cover behind the Humvee to make sure that there is no immediate danger as we move in.

“Go, go, go.”

We hunch down as we make our quick entrance into the building. There is that very distinct smell of rotten flesh that lingers in the corridors. I think I can safely say that they are not one of ours as we are forced to step past the bodies that are lying scattered over the floor. Now for some of these boys, it is their first time. So a gag here and there will be excused.

So we filter into each floor and each direction.

Then creeping up to the first room.

One. Two. Three. Clear. Enter.

Spill outside into to corridor again, then, second room.

One. Two. Three. Enter. Clear.

So far so good, no resistance but not great for we are not finding Matilda.

And I can say that so far too, Emma is handling herself pretty well, though this is baby shit, anyone can walk into a room with a gun. Next room though, there is what sounds like chatter. I signal for her to be quiet and move at a snail’s pace. With absolute elegance, god don’t ask me why, she takes her stance on the opposite of the entrance.

I softly mouth a whisper to her, “On one, two, three.”

We enter.

We make a quick scan of the room, from left to right, from cupboard to cupboard. Empty. As we look in the corner there is a radio that is softly playing. Well, this is good in one way, but it begs to ask where the fuck are they.

So not moving for a second, assessing the situation, and planning our next move we stay in the room, out of sight, out of danger. I stand closer to her and whisper, by the way, this whisper thing to her is a problem, yet again I can’t particularly scream. But yet, “I say we carry forward.”

“Lieutenant, Sir, don’t you think that is a bit bold without waiting for back up?”

“Emma, you don’t work with me if you are scared about danger. Now, do you want me to get someone to replace you while you go have a tea party?”

“No, sir.”

Two more rooms, there is the smell of smoke spilling from. Once again we freeze to a complete standstill and take our stance. With guns pointed for an imminent shot, we slowly but yet not too slow, push through into the door. And. Nothing. Only a small makeshift fire, for which purpose I do not know, as it is scorching outside.

Once again, we assess our situation. And we shall push forward.

And back into the corridor, making our way further into the building, there is a sound that startles me. Voices.

I immediately push her into the next open room. I push her back into the corner away from the sight of the entrance. With one step closer, I drive her slender body straight up against the wall. Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I move even closer. She splays her hand against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.

I hear her breath hitch as she is trying to say my name through deep stuttering breaths.

“Lieutenant.”

“Ssshhh, just give them a minute.”

With that, she eases into my body and gives into the protection that I provide. Beyond my control, I feel how my body surrenders, and the moment is set to become out of control. I take a hold of my restraint and ignore the heat that is building between us. I need to think of Ana, I cannot give in to temptation. But, god, this feels so good. It is absolute tortured bliss, it is tingling my senses just to be near her. The closeness of her body is doing things that I should not be feeling at all

Then I am immediately ripped back as I hear, what sounds as about four men coming down the corridor, but what they say next does shock me to the core.

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And as I stare back at Emma again, she looks at me with a great fear, and yet a confusion in her eyes as she speaks, “This was an ambush.”

With nothing but determination left, we step out of the room right behind them as they pass, and without even hesitating, we burst open into fire as we take them down from behind. I look as this woman, with absolute precision pump round after round into each man’s chest, right bang in the middle every time without out fail.

I look at her in surprise as the last of them fall, “I think I have underestimated you.”

Satisfied that the intel was wrong about Matilda, we make our way back to the camp. There is a rather uncomfortable atmosphere between Emma and me. I know I was only trying to protect her, but why the fuck was protecting feeling so good.

So as we get back to camp, she heads off to her tent, and I just casually make my way to the ops tent. I hear her speak to someone once again, it must be a boyfriend so I do not pay much attention.

“The mole is in Gibbs’s squad.”