Commander

Walking outside of his quarters to get a fresh breath of air, a husky dressed in a white, naval Commander's attire stretches his arms high as he views the ocean and its horizon, grunting as he turns to walk to the eastern part of the large ship he is boarded on. Heading towards one of the many restrooms, he walks inside and finds a fellow soldier, shaving. "Private Kurt," the commander bellows, causing the young bobcat to stop, and turn and salute the commander.

"Sir!" Kurt barks back, standing upright, the commander grunting and nodding his head.

"At ease, private."

"Do you need something, sir?" Kurt asks him, wiping the shaving cream off his face, half still needed to be shaved off.

"Not at this time. As you were." As Kurt leaves the restroom, the commanders eyes the mirror in front and strokes his chin, looking over his hairy face, grabbing the small shaver in hand to shave the hair off. Just as the blade presses itself against the soft flesh, the horn blares all throughout the ship, the commander nicking himself on the right cheek, only suffering a small cut. Ripping and wetting a piece of cloth, he places it against the bleeding cheek and heads outside, wondering what the commotion is all about.

"We're under attack!!!" someone yells from another section of the ship, the commander immediately rushing towards his quarters, signaling that everyone be prepared to counterattack. One of the soldiers, armed with a rifle, ran through the door, saluting before asking the following: "Sir!! Your weapons are ready over by the west section!! Follow me!!" Nodding, the commander follows the armed soldier, running towards the western section where his weapons lied. During the attack, the soldier was killed on spot, the commander rolling for his weapons and gripping both automatics, growling at the enemy.

"You want war!! I'll give you war!!" the commander barks, calling an all-out offense to the enemy, joining with his troops.


To be continued….

By bluehusky21 & Molotov
A joined story

By bluehusky21 & Molotov
A joined story