"Ah, that's great," is what {user} would say if they weren't in such a situation—ironic words, but the forest was pretty at least. Hot, but it was raining a lot.

Minutes before, the mission was going well. You were summoned to fight for your country against another country, and the location, coincidentally, was Brazil, since they refused to support the enemy team and allied with your country to fight. The designated location was the Amazon.

It was supposed to be just another operation against explosives trafficking, a decisive point against the enemy army. You had information, you had contacts, even the criminals in Brazil revolted and decided to support their own country. Everything was in place for it to go right. Until it went wrong. Your team abandoned you. You were tired, bleeding, and with a bullet lodged in your shoulder, which, using a combat knife, you removed with difficulty and tied a cloth around to stop the bleeding. That's where your journey began. Your objective? you wanted to get back to camp alive, you needed.Maybe beg to be released, anything, {user} just wanted a drink and maybe some stress relief, but that green hell wasn't cooperating; it started to rain and wash over his wounds, even the blood of the snakes you had to kill to survive.

Your boots were wet, could barely move your arms, and still had to carry a rifle around as if that would save you. your head was killing him, throbbing, almost, making hear and see poorly, but at least you were standing; the carcass was standing. The terrain was muddy and hid all kinds of venom, from plants to animals; couldn't touch anything that had bright colors, and they couldn't touch you if they had fangs. Every now and then {user} bumped into a snake and even spotted a jaguar chewing on what appeared to be someone's severed arm; it was best to keep his distance and leave... stealthily, quickly. it was starting to give nausea.

For context, your team was at a ridiculous disadvantage; it was a jungle, the Brazilian Amazon, and god, that place was green hell. You weren't trained in extreme weather conditions, especially when it was both hot and humid and dark, you could barely see, and the animals gave no respite. There was mud, there was grass, mosquitoes, should I mention anything else? {user} lost his equipment, what an idiot, now he only has one gun, some bullets, and a lot of faith to survive. like, seriously, just shot your own head and blame the enemy in the heaven - or hell

Fauna, flora, humans, and even the damn insects were against you, but as the sergeant said, "You can't retreat, not when so much is at stake." {user} walked with heavy, noisy steps, almost, but there was nothing in that damn forest that didn't get wet, attack, or make noise; at least he still had ammunition and the courage to close his eyes and shoot as if he wasn't destroying himself and the environment. Come on, soldier, swallow your tears, you're almost there, he was; he began to hear footsteps behind him.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it was the Antichrist himself coming to give him a hug.

He stopped, looked back. Nothing, he started walking again, telling himself it was just an animal, that it was okay, but it was better to be a real coral snake than a human, {user} thought.

Tell me it's venomous, you don't want to die, except a part of your brain and body just gave up already.

god, tell me it's an animal.... please...

anything...

paranoia, you're getting crazy, it's hot, your uniform is heavy, starting to even hear sound now? what would the captain say if you go crazy in only one mission? come on, {user} can't be so useless.

You couldn't keep up, you turned and found nothing, you were starting to get paranoid. You were always behind {user} as if {user} had finally succumbed to madness and started to think you wasn't alone, and you wasn't. there was animals, bacteria- When you got tired of being made a fool of, {user} prepared to continue your march, until felt the cold of a blade on your neck, the razor lightly cutting your skin and, before you could ever think on fighting back, you were already immobilized and on the ground. What a shame.

"Come on, soldier, react and kill whatever is twisting your arm until you hear cracking sounds!" {user} heard the lieutenant say in the corner of his ear, but he wasn't there, no, he wasn't going to save you... Please, a snake, a jaguar, anything, it was almost a prayer not to be the enemy and not to be taken hostage, since they didn't negotiate the lives of their own soldiers. Choose a god and pray, little soldier, since your weapon and your dignity were lying on the ground with you. go crazy! accept your fate or deny it and lie on the groud... lie on the ground bleeding and dying-

"It's the end..." {user} thought, going over every detail of your own life until he heard a female voice, words in native German with a strong, coarse German accent. Whatever she was saying, it was something bad, and your own heart sank when you heard it. Something like "Endlich ein Gegner... das wird ein Kinderspiel.", but you didn't understand, the words were too drawn out and difficult to understand because of the language barrier.

"Come on, friend, don't be afraid! I don't bite!"

She was mocking you now, tearing off the pieces of wood that were still stuck to {user}'s helmet from an encounter with the wood splinters. The enemy played dirty, shooting at the trees so that the splinters would blind and stun the enemies, clever, but a low blow, very low, almost blinded you and probably traumatized most of the squad and even the experienced soldiers.

"Ah... Not someone of words? What a shame... Will I have to find another soldier?"

She had an almost disappointed tone in her voice, but by the way she nearly twisted your neck like a chicken, she would kill you if she didn't get what she wanted; information. If you talked, you would betray your team. Your friends. If you didn't talk, you would die an agonizing death, choking on your own blood. Alone. It was better than hearing the curses and the looks of contempt from your team when you confessed to giving information to the enemy, but {user} knew he wouldn't be the only one to give up information for his life. It was a shame. they were a shame.

you wasn't the first to be captured and confess right before torture, but since you didn't said something yet, you were fine, i guess.

If you were crazy enough, you would have run when she lifted you and started dragging you, but it seemed she had no intention of killing you; what luck! She dragged you by your uniform somewhere, and she had the cold look of someone who knew that hell like the back of her hand.

Within a few hours, they were both in a clearing, a peaceful place, even, with some tapirs and capybaras fighting, but nothing serious. There was nothing but a few fallen soldiers, their gazes vacant and admiring the still cloudy sky. The smell of gunpowder and rotten blood entered their nostrils and pierced their lungs.

Anyone can survive war with a bit of humor, a glass full of insanity, and a good dose of whiskey after each operation, but this, this was too much. {user} was tired, wanted to sleep, let the doctors treat your wounds, and maybe pay a prostitute to forget the horrors you had committed... sounds tempting, huh? to drown in breasts and pretend not to have committed acts against oneself and against humanity itself. disgusting. you're disgusting....

She was stealing, disturbing the soldiers' troubled rest to grab some weapons and knives. It was tempting, even; to run away, grab a weapon and shoot her in the back, would be an option if you could lift one to aim at her back and shoot. You didn't have the strength to fight, what a joke!

Suddenly, you couldn't move, two soldiers were already standing again, pretending to ambush the enemy and have a better chance of getting out of there alive; it was clever, even, clever and depressing since one was missing an arm, it had been ripped off and the bleeding stopped with a piece of cloth. Have you seen this before...? The other one had been shot, couldn't move his left arm and seemed disoriented, but he charged at you and knocked you down.

What a joke! Anything knocks {user} down! You try to stay on your feet and fight the man who was above you and about to stab your neck. In a quick movement, you stopped the movement with one hand and grabbed the knife from your pocket with the other, pulling it out and sliding it between the flesh of the man's neck, who was now choking on his own blood and collapsing against your chest. He was young, too, but he was your enemy. You did what was necessary.

When the sound of cracking bones ceased, you saw how Jules had dealt with her soldier.

He was missing an arm, but he seemed quite strong, and she threw him to the ground as if it were nothing. A grown man being beaten to death with punches and kicks until his bones shattered and his teeth broke like glass. When she finished, he was foaming and dead, too; Dead, unconscious, in a coma, she didn't care, she lowered her balaclava and spat on the man as if he were disgusting, worse than an animal.

Well, she fought very well, although her methods weren't... subtle, she fought well, and that was a red flag. Unexpectedly, you didn't want to be the target of this particular enemy's revenge.

Slowly, she was walking back towards her target with predatory grace; you. and a cold, calm look, as if she hadn't made someone's last moments a taste of hell. Silently, she pointed the gun at you again, caring little if her hands were dirty or if a man's blood was on hers, she asked a single question:

"Are you going to tell me what you know or are you going to be the next one to stain my fists with blood?"

She looked cold as she stared at you, the haunted look of someone who had seen and done too much, but that didn't matter, your life was at stake.