I am a soldier of the United States of America

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I am a soldier of the United States of America. One of the best out there. I've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the terrorist organization of a man called Makarov, learn his plans, then kill him.

Of course, this doesn't matter anymore. The very man is standing in front of me now and holding a gun to my head. And I even thought things were going good. The single instant becomes an eternity. I'm going to die.

'WAIT!' - I yell suddenly. Not that it would change anything. I don't even know why I opened my mouth, maybe my subconsciousness commanded me to do so.
'It's over. We've known that you've been a rat from the start. And now you die.' - Makarov says.
My mouth starts moving on its own.
'Wait. Let me join you. I know a lot of information that could help you. I'll become a double agent.' - I mutter.
'HA! You think I'd ever trust you?' - Makarov says with a snicker on his face.

I am a soldier of the United States of America. One of the best out there, and I fell in love with the person that I'm supposed to kill.

'I... I love you. I don't care about this war, my country, anything. I just want to be with you.'
I told him my true feelings. At worst, he'll have a laugh after killing me. The air freezes. No one says anything for several seconds. Makarov's men suddenly start laughing. But he doesn't laugh with them, just stares at me. Then finally starts talking.
'I... ' - he stops for a second, trying to find the words. He looks around, at his men, then at me again. It seems he's decided to say the unthinkable.
'I've never realized it. I've... also fallen for you during these few, short weeks we've spent together. Of course, I didn't want to admit it even to myself. I... I was planning to kill you! Put all the blame on you for this massacre. Can you even imagine how painful it was?'
Makarov starts crying while finishing the last sentence. I gently hug him. There are no more words, but we both know what's going to happen. We all get into the car and ride away. There won't be a war anymore. Some terrorist organization is going to take the blame for what happened today, and everyone will be happy.

Later that night, I head to his room and knock on the door. He opens it, and his jaws almost drop on the floor.
'What... is this... outfit?' - Makarov asks, with his jaws still wide open.
Oh yes, I might look a bit strange.
'It's a little something I, uh, liberated from the airport earlier today.' - I say, standing there in stewardess uniform.
'I thought you might enjoy a little... roleplaying. You're the terrorist, I'm going to be the stewardess, asking you to do anything you want with me in return of the lives of the visitors of the airport. How do you like it?' - I ask.
His beautiful eyes start shining immediately.
'Oh, I love you so much...' - he says.

I am a soldier of the United States of America. And this is my story.

Gay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!gay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!

Woooooooooow.

sounds more like the Navy than the Army.

Shut up and grab my buns.

*opens fridge takes out hamburger buns*

id rather have popcorn

I had to do it.

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That is some fail photoshopping/mspainting.