Even though it was noon the sky was dark, turned black by the thick, black smoke of artillery cannons. Destroyed buildings, gutted out by fires and reduced to rubble by the Imperial Navy, peppered the once proud city. The platoon I was attached to have taken up residence in one of the more preserved buildings, its concrete body protecting us from the enemy's big guns, and allowing us to dish out punishment without exposing ourselves to danger. I know that seems somewhat cowardly, but this is the real world, and in the real world war heroes with big balls never make it home. You want to go back home in this game, you don't go charging at the enemy with bayonet and bravado. You do like me, become a sniper and shoot the bastards from far away. My current assignment, however, found me attached to a rifle platoon on the front lines fighting in brutal urban combat every day and having bullets swarming my head as if they were flies. I would be raising hell with headquarters if it wasn't for the platoon commander, one Lieutenant Drysdale.
Lieutenant Elizabeth Drysdale was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She was taller than I, at 5'7, and she was a thick 145 pounds. She had fiery red hair that reached down to her waist and I could tell was naturally curly, even though she wore it in the regulation bun most of the time. She had a small face that accented her big blue eyes and absolutely gorgeous smile. Once, when we had stopped on patrol, she had stripped down to her pt gear and I was able to see her long, fit legs and her shapely ass. But my favorite part about her was her tits. Going by eyesight alone, she had to be at least a 38DD, and the rigorous physical activities of military service made her boobs perky and stand straight up, with no sag whatsoever. I think everyone in the platoon wanted her, even the other females. But she was married to a captain that commanded a rifle company in another regiment, and the word was that she was very faithful to him. Oh well, at least we had some eye candy here in the war zone.
I had the watch today. While the rest of the platoon was on the third floor sleeping, I was on the fourth floor keeping lookout for the enemy, along with another trooper who was on the second floor, also keeping watch. The hot noon sun blared sown on the building, which sweltered due to the fact that the ventilation system had been destroyed in the opening moments of the battle two weeks ago. It wasn't has bad as it could've been, as virtually all the building's windows had been blown out during the fighting, and we would receive the occasional breeze once in a while. Plus, it wasn't so bad up here on the fourth floor. I was here by myself, not with 50 other stinky troopers, so the air was a little better to breathe.
I was lost in thoughts when I heard a familiar voice. "Everything ok here, corporal?" I wheeled around, and there was the Lieutenant. She was standing in the doorway. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her camouflage pants were not tucked into her boots, as was regulation, but were left out, probably to let some air in. She didn't have on her camouflage blouse, just her green undershirt. It was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as her large nipples were clearly visible and strained against the thin green fabric. It's a good thing I had all my combat gear on, or else she would have noticed my giant hard on.
Lt. Drysdale snapped me out of my fantasizing. "I said is everything ok, Corporal?"
I looked her in the eyes. "Fine ma'am, all secure up here. No movement of any kind detected since I went on post."
She smiled at me. "That's good to hear. They really haven't been attack since we repelled their attack last week. Maybe they've lost the will to fight."
"They're probably just gathering their forces for another massed human wave attack," I said. "That's been their preferred method of attack since the war started."
She looked at me. "You know a lot about the enemy, Corporal. Your knowledge has been invaluable to me."
I smiled at her. "I'm a sniper ma'am; my job is to know the enemy inside and out."
"And your whole life is your work? No wife or girlfriend?"
"No ma'am."
