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

The smile on the creep's face didn't disappear. After all, he taught he won the game, unfortunately, this is a game, however, this game would be the end for him, not me. 


He hadn't noticed that Michael had pulled his gun and pointed it at his head. The other teammates were just as clueless at the one who just pointed a gun at me, even though some laid on the floor as good as dead. 


As he was about to pull the trigger Michael pulled his first making the man fall limp on the floor. 


"White Wolve. This is the last time you waste our time with your useless games." Damon spoke up making me roll my eyes, it's not like he can see me anyways. 


"Sure, having a gun pointed at my head and being threatened is sure my intention. So I can die off earlier than expected, just how -" 


"This is not the time, White Wolve. Other groups brief me." 


"Sir, you can advance into the building we have your back." 


Chapter 18