{"sf1_id":554121,"sf2_id":"dmBMoXae","title":"Fight Like a Wolf ch. 1","author":"Lucky_Sandoza","words":1035,"posted_at":"2013-06-22T04:05:00.000Z","tags":["Male","Military","No-Yiff","War","Wolf","army"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/554121-fight-like-a-wolf-ch-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBMoXae","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/d3/e4d35eaf-2888-4d67-9753-77f96c0e8d57","description":"My first story on here. Constructive criticism welcome.","content":"Chapter 1: Rude Awakening\n\n\"Wake up, soldiers,\" my commanding officer screamed. I thought it was in my dream. \"Sir,\" I said in my dream.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I am awake.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wake up,\" he shouted again. This time, I knew it wasn't a dream. I woke myself up and stood at attention next to my rack. \"Sergeant Sandoza,\" the rushed Breyer horse yelled.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Solvies are attacking this base! Get your squad in gear!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. Earth had been at war with the Solvitians, a race of hostile, insect-like aliens, for four years now. Everyone in my squad wondered when it would end; wondered when we could go home. \"Private,\" I yelled to Pvt. Cholcort, a young tiger, about 18 years of age. \"Armor up and stand post at the tent door, ASAP!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Got it, sarge,\" he replied. He quickly but efficiently donned his combat armor, grabbed his H43 Tomahawk assault rifle, and began guarding the entrance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright,\" squad,\" I said to the other soldiers. \"Get in gear! We need to protect Shadow Base! Am I clear?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, sergeant,\" everyone replied. Everyone, including myself, put on our Model III combat armor, grabbed our rifles, and crowded around the door.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright,\" I ordered. \"Move out!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe desert wind blew sand in my eyes. This was going to be fun. I was upset when I was told I was stationed at Shadow Base on the desert planet Jettison IX. \"Goggles down,\" I yelled to my squad. We removed the covers from the goggles on our helmets, pulled the goggles down, and covered our eyes from the sand. I jogged to the CO's tent with my squad behind me. \"Lieutenant Grids, sir,\" I called. \"Phantom Squad is ready to roll, sir!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Then,\" he said. \"Cover Shadow Base the best you can.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. \"Take positions around the base,\" I ordered Phantom Squad. Without further words, I took off to find Cholcort. He was fumbling with his goggle cover. It didn't take me long to realize it was stuck. \"Hold still, private,\" I said.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, sergeant,\" he replied and stood at attention. I struggled to see through the sand blowing in my face; I wondered how the hell Cholcort's eyes weren't burning, or, if they were, how he kept it suppressed. I managed to get the goggles loose and pulled them over Cholcort's eyes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There you go, Cholcort,\" I said. \"Thanks, sarge,\" he replied.\n\nI pulled my Tomahawk rifle off my back and faced the sound of gunshots. I began to jog in that direction. I heard the sounds of Solvitian bastards dying. I also heard the cries of my own soldiers. \"Goddammit,\" I said to myself. \"I need to get to the rest of my squad.\" As I peaked the sand dune that separated me from the combat, I saw things were not as bad as I imagined. A few soldiers had wounds in their legs. Most were still standing, though; still fighting. I saw a Solvitian about to put a round of lead in one of the downed soldier's skulls. I took to a crouching position, leveled the rifle to the bastard's head, and put a bullet in his brain. I moved to my squad's position as stealthily as I could. I managed to make it without a scratch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"About damn time,\" Pvt. Sandzen, a 19 year old mongoose, remarked.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Stow it, private,\" I ordered. \"Just fight.\" Without further words, Pvt. Sandzen looked down the sight of his Tomahawk and began to fire. I did the same. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, then forty five. Still rounds rang through the air.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"They just keep coming, sarge,\" Pvt. Jeldine, an 18 year old marine otter, yelled.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't even think about it, soldier,\" I said. \"Pvt. Sandzen: call for an air strike! Danger close!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Got it, sarge,\" he replied. The next thing I heard was an \"affirmative\" and a click. Soon, a squadron of F-19 Phoenixes flew overhead and dropped a payload of bombs.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sergeant,\" Pvt. Jeldine said when the smoke and sand cleared. \"Enemies neutralized.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good work,\" I said. \"Regroup.\" I jogged the squad back to the CO's tent. As we approached the tent, the sand settled down. I saw a body lying in the sand. It was Cholcort. His blood stained the sand around him red. My mind returned to Lt. Grids. I rushed into his tent to see a Solvitian holding the lieutenant hostage with a knife. \"Drop it,\" motherfucker,\" I shouted.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Make any movement,\" the bastard said. \"I slit his throat.\" I pondered.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Stand down,\" I told Phantom Squad.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"But, sarge,\" Jeldine protested.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I said stand down.\" We all placed our weapons in the sand.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now,\" the Solvitian said. \"What are the codes to redirect and launch the nuclear missiles on this base?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithout warning, Lt. Grids said, \"Kill this fuck off,\" then threw his throat into the knife, making him choke on his own blood. I didn't even say a word. I charged the bastard, tackled him, drew my knife, and stabbed his throat. Only after he died did my attention turn to our CO. \"Get the lieutenant's body out of here,\" I ordered. \"Get it to the infirmary tent.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Understood, sergeant,\" a private said as he got Lt. Grids' body in a fireman carry. I began to drag the Solvie's body outside the tent.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen I dragged it far enough from any tent for any to catch fire, I ran to the motor pool, grabbed a gas can, returned to the body, doused it with fuel, and lit it on fire. I then walked to my squad's quarters. \"He'll be sent back to Earth ASAP,\" Pvt. Sandzen told me. \"Along with Cholcort.\"\n\n\"Understood, Sandzen ,\" I replied. I looked at the clock dangling by a piece of string from the tent ceiling. It read\u0026nbsp;11:00. Great. We were exhausted, and we still had the whole day ahead of us.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm going to check on the soldiers in the infirmary who were WIA, sergeant,\" said Cpl. Hines, a young sea otter about 23 years of age.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Understood, corporal,\" I replied. As Hines left the tent, I turned the rest of Phantom Squad. \"Squad,\" I ordered. \"Get some rest. You've earned it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}