Prompt from this post.
I remember the first time I went into a warzone. The mission was straight, easy. Clean in, clean out, supply drop. But the raiders didn't listen, they wanted the medicine first. I was naive, didn't even know we were being attacked until Greffit was down, bleeding out his insides in some forsaken jungle.
I recall it clearly, because the razor grass gave us most trouble, and the plants were blue. Blood shows up so brightly on them. I never wanted to see that. But I set my jaw and blew the dren out of the enemy anyway. Because it's what I was trained to do.