Missions are intoxicating

I loved it when a mission went just right.

The smell of the enemies' blood that comes along with that pungent smell of death. The wondrous satisfaction of doing it right. How they didn't even know our identity makes the thrill even just more intoxicating. Although the common person would undeniably hate it, I could always find myself drawn towards it. It was like an addiction to me. It was just now for some odd reason I found myself, creeped out by the feeling of death.

For the first time, it was like something had hit me straight into a dream of blankness. I was a soldier, part of the special forces. We were in a war-torn country on the edge of utter collapse but the country behind me had kept supporting it keeping it just enough from collapse.

Our mission here was to prevent high tensions and destabilize the terrorists' internal structure by destroying their infrastructure. While planting explosives on one of their arms staches located deep within the mountains, a lucky chance came. One of the commanders was taking a tour of the compound! Taking the chance that may never come again, I took my weapon, took aim, and fired at center mass.