Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-7262318-20180603133508

In all honesty, he couldn't care at this point. He'd been bombed to oblivion, shot at, and forced to do this. Slaughter these people, and for what?

He looked down at the corpses and wanted to vomit. The injustice of it all was finally beginning to set in, and for the first time in his military career, he felt dirty. He needed a drink. Now.