(Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and a fantasy of mine. Not based on true events.)
My name is Bill, 21, of Native American descent, just below 6 ft, athletic build and enlisted in the Marine Corps of the United States. I enlisted when I was 19 soon after graduating high school and was still deciding whether or not I wanted to pursue a college degree. I was satisfied with all I was doing and had been stationed in a South Texas joint base and was to receive orders about a highly classified mission to South America. There had already been investigations of a saboteur working with South American drug mafias and a select group of men were to go on a secret fly drop-in, presumably as far south as Argentina. I was one of the few selected to go on this mission, a mission that would soon change my fate, my sex life and my view on my type of women.
The plane was going through turbulence as we were notified that we'd have to land on an aircraft carrier rather than jump out straight above the country pastures of Argentina, as their government might question the United States' intentions invading their country. The carrier was to meet us several hundred miles from the pacific side so that we could infiltrate through Chile and into Argentina. Their borders were minimally protected as some of the mafia influence spread between the two nations. From the carrier, we would take a small floater up to a tiny patch of Chile's coast, not guarded at all from the Chilean government, and controlled by some of our Navy.
As we tunneled through the border into Argentina we made fast breaks while in camouflage from some mafia grunts with AK's and what we presumed were stolen GMC Sierras. They patrolled along and we had to sneak past to establish a camp somewhere deep into the forests about 20 miles in close to the beginning of the mountain range. We camped out, 12 of us, roasting sausages by a fire as the night began to fall. It was winter here in the southern hemisphere, while I bet back home it was nice and warm, the crickets chirping loudly as the warm breeze hit your cheeks, listening to the distant howl of a wolf and sipping on some sweet tea.
It was early morning down here, around 200 and we were all to separate into three groups of 4, begin a search for drug-houses or find any traces of American influence. Afterwards we were to meet back at the camp before sunrise.
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We crept up behind a navy blue Mustang on a dirt road. The dirt road lead into the woods where a tiny hut village was heavily guarded by buzz-cut guys in tank tops, ski masks, carrying AK's. We stayed incognito in the trees watching through our scopes. Then one of my guys got too close to a car, and was detected. We had to break for it backing into the woods. I began to run for my life into the woods, not noticing that the three other men ran in another direction. I tried not to trip as I ran through brush and avoided large obstacles. I could hear some of the guards yelling out like hooligans and randomly firing. I keep running, and I'm running downhill towards a river and then I feel a sharp bite at my shoulder and the impact sends me tumbling into the water. The current carries me down and I try my best to stay afloat. I was swallowing a lot of water and wasn't finding any restful breaks. My body was falling into fatigue and my shoulder was burning up. I finally hit wet dirt far off from where I had fallen in and began to crawl with all that was left in my body and made it under some shrubs before dazing into exhaustion. The last thing I could see was a dark figure, blurry, standing over me.
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I wake up on a floor, on top of a small bed of blankets and skins. My shoulder is bandaged, tinted in blood and is extremely sore. I glanced around me and saw that I was in a small hut home with an old tv, table, bed, and a tiny kitchen. It was dark outside and I could make out snowfall. I then noticed as well that I was naked under these blankets. I saw my uniform neatly folded over to the side and decided to get up and check where I was. Before I could, the door opened and I immediately laid back and pretended to stay asleep. My eyelids were cracked enough to make out a woman. She walked in covered in snowflakes and closed the door behind her. She was wearing long sweats, boots, and a heavy coat. She went to the little kitchen as she removed her coat. She looked to be in her 30's, black hair, pale, fair skin, and from under the coat I could tell she was thin but large busted.