WARNING!!! mild gore [blossom] "Only the dead have seen the end of war" Private First Class Mikhail Viktorvich was only 21 when he was redeployed from the jungle of Borneo to the streets of Mingchao to fight the government which has recently unleashed 2 divisions of elite Spetsnaz units to turn the tide of the war. Mikhail had been fighting for around 5 months in Borneo and knew how to fight in the brutal, tight jungle trees and vines but he was completely unprepared for what faced him back home. Ever since the bombs of the Atlantean wars began to fall, Mikhail's whole life was war. It was the only thing he knew. He realized fighting in Borneo wouldn't help him in Eskaijian. The war was won based on attrition, brutality and warcrimes. He ran through the streets of the now rubble heaps of Mingchao, avoiding enemy fire and occasionally striking a few hits. However his survival and luck would soon run dry when fate had other plans. Mikhail was on a night raid with his platoon when he and his comrades encountered Spetsnaz flamers. A single breeze from the short nose of the flamethrower sealed his fate. Mikhail was stabbed by a friendly bayonet in the maelstrom and then he felt warmth on his side. He realized he had caught on fire the moment the warmth turned into skin melting pain. Now filled with horror, he frantically tried to put out the fires, rolling on the floor, anything to make the flames leave. However the napalm did it's job and stuck on to him. apparent his fate was sealed he slumped on a brick wall, gritting the burning through. He hears a gun reload and looks up to see a Spetsnaz soldier staring at him. Mikhail determined to take one with him, he pulls back his pistol hammer followed by a click. The Spetnaz soldier narrows his eyes, eyebrows firming. He turns his body around, still staring and asks quietly "What are you still fighting for? What are we doing here?" Mikhail gaze slightly falters, he stares at the pistol. Then he turns the pistol back at the Spetsnaz soldier and answers "For you to go to hell..." before pulling the trigger. The spetsnaz soldier's eye widen, then drops to his knees and falls over. Mikhail then closes his eyes, the flames had over taken him. He'd succumb to his burns and the world goes black. Mikhail had finally found eternal peace
