(For Honor) Chapter 9

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AN: Since nobody awnsered in the votation expect for one persone I took matters into my oun hands and I added Cyberpunk into the story. Also sorry for the delay on the chapter, I had very rough and bad weeks.

"Thinking"

Whispering

SCREAMING

*action*

Third person POV:

The group had stopped because it was already dark. (Y/N) started building a small bonfire, while Billy and Frank went hunting for an animal for the knights since they had military rations. Glen had wandered off to get branches for the campfire, while Gideon was making sure Ademar's wounds hadn't reopened. Amber and Stone were sitting near (Y/N) while he built the small bonfire. Stone looked at (Y/N).

Stone: So, Where are you and your men from?

(Y/N): From another place.

Stone: You can surley tell me something better than that.

(Y/N): Sorry, but no.

Amber: He doesn't want to tell me neither.

Stone: Seriusly?

Amber: Yep.

(Y/N): Sorry. It's classified.

Ademar: Ohhh come on (Y/N) don't be like that *Ademar grunts a little*

Gideon: Don't move, I'm traying to bandage you up.

(Y/N) finished building the bonfire and he light it up.

(Y/N): I can't tell you were are we from. I can only tell you that we aren't from here.

Stone: That's obvius, but why?

(Y/N) sat on the floor while looking at the campfire.

(Y/N): Because in this specific operation it is better that it is not known where we come from.

The knights were confused by this.

Ademar: Why?

(Y/N): Because my leaders thought that this would be the best course of action and I trust their judgment.

Now the knights had more questions than answers, but before they could say anything Frank and Billy returned from hunting. They had both managed to kill a deer, but half of the deer's head had been destroyed by the power of Billy's .50-caliber McMillan Tac-50. The knights were surprised to see that a portion of the deer's head was missing.

Amber: What happened to that deer?!?

(Y/N): A bullet happened. *(Y/N) sighted* Was it really necessary to hunt with the McMillan?

Billy: What? It was for practise!

(Y/N) sighted.

(Y/N): You could have hunted with Franks rifke.

Billy: Yeah, but it wouldn't have been the same.

(Y/N) shook his head and sighed again.

(Y/N): just... skin the fucking animal and cook it for them. I'm going to find Glen.

Frank: He's looking for sticks, sir. He'll come back.

(Y/N): Yes, that's true, but he left 40 minutes ago and he still hasn't come back. I'm going to check that something hasn't happened to him.

(Y/N) stood up as Billy skinned the deer. Amber also stood up.

Amber: I'll go with you, we can't have you getting hurt, can we?

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(Y/N): Fine, follow me.

(Y/N) and Amber started to follow the tracks left by Glen and went into the woods, (Y/N) from time to time crouched down to analyze Glen's tracks and defrizz to where he had gone. Amber was surprised by (Y/N)'s tracking abilities.

Amber: Hey (Y/N).

(Y/N): Yes?

Amber: where did you learn to track so well? I know how to track, but I don't get to the same level as you.

(Y/N) crouched to analyze Glen's tracks.

(Y/N): In the army they taught me how to survive, track, hunt, kill and how to give first aid among other things. This way.

Amber: You seem to know a lot of things, how come you were able to learn and memorize everything?

(Y/N): I forced myself to memorize it and that is being a special force, being the best of the best. That's why there aren't many special forces. We are a very select group who are focused on learning all of those things and more. That is also why we are so few, the training sessions are hard in which we are pushed to the limit, any sense of individualism is destroyed and we are taught to work as a team, to never break the chain of command and to follow orders. We learn several languages, to have an accurate aim and master all or almost all hand-to-hand fighting styles and self-defense techniques. And finally, when we are ready, we are sent mission after mission and if we are not on mission we are training. And as a the General in command of all the armies I come from, I am bound to be the best. I'm always on the front lines. Whether I like it or not.

Amber looked at (Y/N) a little worried as she followed him.

Amber: That sounds like you have a lot of pressure on your shoulders, do you ever take a break?

(Y/N): No.

Amber started to worry a little about (Y/N)'s health, but before she could say anything, (Y/N) reached down to grab something, it was a cigarette butt.

(Y/N): Son of a bitch.

Amber:*confused* What is it (Y/N)?

(Y/N) looked at her.

(Y/N):*lying* Nothing, *(Y/N) saw that there were other footprints on the floor* Amber you go and serch over that erea for Glen, I'll serch in that erea, we meet here again in 20 minutes.

(Y/N) had given Amber to investigate an area where Glen wasn't, so he could talk to Glen alone. (Y/N) followed Glen's trail, until he found him sitting at the root of a tree smoking. (Y/N) crept up behind him and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

(Y/N): Glen, I thought that you told me that you were over with this.

Glen looked at (Y/N) and he realized that he was cought red handed.

Glen: Well sir I-

(Y/N) interrupted him.

(Y/N): Don't you "sir" me Glen. You told me that you were over smoking, but I can see that you lied to me. This shit is killing you from the inside Glen. *(Y/N) throws the cigarete to the floor*

Glen looked at the floor.

Glen: I know...

(Y/N): Glen listen. You are a good soldier and a good friend, so I can't have you dieing on me because of a lung cancer. I need you, the team needs you and your family needs you. We need you at your fullest, not with a fucking lung cancer and in chemotherapy. Do I make myself clear?

Glen: Yes sir...

(Y/N): Good. SInce you lied to me about this matter, I'll take matters into my oun hands. Give me the boxes. Now.

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