Lorraine Anderson
Major Lorraine Anderson...
The look of an innocent,
yet so dangerous.

Daughter of the General Army of Queen City.
While Youths in her age play with guys she plays with guns.
Real guns.
A stunning, hot, humble, dangerous, hot field surgeon who serves the army at the same time.
Jetblack hair like no other, electric blue eyes that could capture someone's soul in seconds.
The figure of a true Goddess, able to kill just with her looks.

Damon Owens
Lieutenant General Damon Owens...
He himself has the body of a model, a god, pure perfection. no mistake.
Darkest, most piercing eyes ever have seen.
He's cold exterior, his attitude his powerful aura making him more powerful than anything.
His body is a weapon of its own.
A fierce Leader, with great potential.
Born to lead, born to fight, born to protect, and of course born to kill.

Put these two in one unit, you shouldn't be expecting anything but Chaos, Love, Hurt, and Betrayal.

Lorraines Bullet

Scott fell to the ground groaning I heard a satisfying crunch in my bones as I stretched my worn-out muscles. 


Everyone stepped back leaving a young man who looked utterly petrified. 


"What is your name and where are you from, and how old are you?" 


"Wyatt Scott, from King City, I am nineteen years old. This is my first year. Ma'am." Did he just say, Ma'am? I am not that old, he could at least say Major. 


"Call me Major, not "Ma'am", got it," he nodded sternly, " Now, can you fight?" 


He wobbled to me looking as frightened as a chicken, he was starting to annoy me. 


"Should I get you a cup of coffee and some cookies? Move here fast. " He dashed up standing in front of me. 


I threw the protective gear at him that only the real frightened ones need. 


Chapter 12