Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It had been a few days now sense Ghost and Sgt Markstrom had been separated from the group. Having walked almost right into an enemy camp and for once the fuck up had not been Ghost's fault. Well not many things that had happened after the female sniper had been shot was her fault, the group had been doing a fine job fucking up with out her help. And well Sgt Markstrom had not been that bad the last few days before the attack split the group. Russian troops had split the the group into at less three. All having to retreat in different directions. Ghost did not know who was in what group...all she knew it was just her and the crazy now.
Uniform all but stripped from both of them, for Ghost both pant legs had the knees torn out of them. Her t-shirt's sleeves had been torn off, the button up blouse tied around her hips. That same heavy rifle slung over her good shoulder, her right shoulder still wrapped in bandages thanks to a gun shot wound she had gotten a few nights back. Long hair tied back with a random piece of cloth, a lone canteen in her cargo pocket. Most of her gear had been left or dropped in the middle of the fire fight.
The sniper softly humming an old military hiking song to herself, feet kinda dragging knowing that the other was most likely in no better shape then she was. Not knowing really if Markstrom had stopped his mumbling and chatter to himself because of being just as worn out as her or if she had finally learned to block it out.
The noon sun would be beating down on the two soldiers as the looked for any sign of the rest of there group, still heading west in hopes of getting to where they where heading with the group. It was then that something caught Ghost's attention and made the color fade from her face. It was the sound of tracks...most likely tanks and she knew that the US no longer had tanks in the area. That meant enemy troops and to hide or at less that's what it looked like. Spotting a small area between the dirt ground and a fallen building. Grabbing Markstrom by the arm and almost dragging him to the small hiding area. Making sure the unstable soldier got under the rubble and then she would follow.
There would not be much room, maybe a two feet between the ground and fallen floor of the building. They would have to lay down to fit, shoulder to shoulder. If they kept down the tanks would just pass them by and any ground troops would not see them. That is if she could keep the Sgt from blowing there cover.
Uniform all but stripped from both of them, for Ghost both pant legs had the knees torn out of them. Her t-shirt's sleeves had been torn off, the button up blouse tied around her hips. That same heavy rifle slung over her good shoulder, her right shoulder still wrapped in bandages thanks to a gun shot wound she had gotten a few nights back. Long hair tied back with a random piece of cloth, a lone canteen in her cargo pocket. Most of her gear had been left or dropped in the middle of the fire fight.
The sniper softly humming an old military hiking song to herself, feet kinda dragging knowing that the other was most likely in no better shape then she was. Not knowing really if Markstrom had stopped his mumbling and chatter to himself because of being just as worn out as her or if she had finally learned to block it out.
The noon sun would be beating down on the two soldiers as the looked for any sign of the rest of there group, still heading west in hopes of getting to where they where heading with the group. It was then that something caught Ghost's attention and made the color fade from her face. It was the sound of tracks...most likely tanks and she knew that the US no longer had tanks in the area. That meant enemy troops and to hide or at less that's what it looked like. Spotting a small area between the dirt ground and a fallen building. Grabbing Markstrom by the arm and almost dragging him to the small hiding area. Making sure the unstable soldier got under the rubble and then she would follow.
There would not be much room, maybe a two feet between the ground and fallen floor of the building. They would have to lay down to fit, shoulder to shoulder. If they kept down the tanks would just pass them by and any ground troops would not see them. That is if she could keep the Sgt from blowing there cover.