Reborn into a God's game as a girl

Jason had recently been allowed leave from his military base up in Lincoln, it had been a full year since he had seen his family and he was ready to rest up and relax from all the physical labour that army life had demanded from him so far.

Even just walking was a bit of a chore for him because he had finished a 3-mile run just an hour ago and his legs hurt like hell.

He had also managed to cramp his arms by doing too many reps with the 18kg dumbbell which had sort of become a daily routine at this point, making his arms look like they had been inflated by bike-pumps.

These were a matter of great pride for Jason, the only thing that he had over many of the others in his regiment, except maybe his tendency for cold-hearted pragmatism, but that was only in training games, not actual combat.

He had never seen combat before, and that was a good thing to him, he liked coming back to his family and could never see them without him, call it shortsightedness but he couldn't envision his children without him.

Just thinking about their smiling faces whenever he returned was something that enabled him to give it his all in training and would allow him to fight if the time ever came, knowing that he was the only thing between his family and danger.

There was little Milly who had just been born recently, her glowing blue eyes being the same as her mother's, they were so similar in fact that he had bet with some friends that when she was twenty she would look like a clone of his wife.

Then there was George, the cheeky bugger, he was always getting into places he wasn't supposed to be, like a large jar of peanut butter that he had spread all over the house.

Just remembering the cleaning that his wife had been complaining about over video call was enough to make him start laughing inwardly, just barely able to keep it in.

And finally, there was the oldest Charlie who had rarely ever had any problems apart from some poo around the house that he had blamed on the dog when he was really young.

Jason had actually been home that day and could recall the smell as if it was just yesterday that it had happened, not a pleasant thought at all, being enough to make even a military man such as himself start gipping.

He glanced at the train times once again, his restlessness was growing with his desire to see his family again, just a few more years and he would leave the army to be with them full time.

Or as much time as he could with a job, anything was better than the current times he was able to see them though, hell, he would take an industrial job if it meant more time with his children.

But the current pay and times that he was getting from being a part of the armed forces was what was keeping him there, long hours, but good pay.

And if his only problem with a job was that he didn't have enough time with his children, then it wasn't all too bad, there were certainly much worse out there, and as a bonus, he got free holidays all around the world, in fact, he actively signed himself up to be sent to foreign bases.

Although when on foreign deployment he was limited to military bases and the surrounding area on rare off days, a chance many took to visit the lovely ladies of the city who were more than willing to give a helping hand to those in need.

Jason had never stooped that low, ever, the thought had never even crossed his mind once, but it was easy for him to say that it was wrong, he had someone waiting for him at home, a luxury many didn't enjoy.

By now he could hear the air whistling by, telling him that the train would be here in a few seconds, the noise of heavy steel confirming that the train was here.

Before he stepped forward to prepare for its arrival he checked the train timings again, just to make sure that it was the train that he wanted to catch, and not some other train that would take him to who knows where.

It was late at night so the train had its lights blaring down the track, nearly blinding Jason for a few seconds, but he had experienced that too many times before, so he had looked away before his vision was lost.

Suddenly there was a commotion behind him, not the kind to arouse suspicion, just some quick footsteps that seemed to be in a hurry.

`Lucky that they got here in time` Jason thought without even peeking behind him, he had just assumed that the quick footsteps were just people who were running late.

It wasn't a late occurrence, in fact, it happened so often that many places instituted a rule where if you go up an escalator you have to stand on the left side so that people may run up the right.

It was always funny to Jason, seeing some tourist standing on the right and being barged out of the way with no mercy, businessmen in a hurry were the scariest people on the earth, who knows what they will do to be just a few seconds earlier.

A crowd of around twenty people formed around the section of track where Jason was standing, nobody was saying anything, all wanting to keep the peace that had formed, many too tired to be bothered.

*SCREECH* the train came to a halt with its signature deafening screech, Jason's stomach now had butterflies forming, his pent-up desire to see his children once more almost reaching a climax.

*Whoo* he breathed slowly, trying to calm himself down `Just a few hours now, just a few hours` his happiness had crept its way to his face, forming a wide smile on his scarred face, scaring the couple next to him.

This didn't bring him down at all, it only served to make him happier, something that he didn't know about himself until he joined the army was that he was a little bit of a sadist.

Not in the sense that he enjoyed inflicting pain, although he didn't mind doing that if he didn't know the person, no he instead liked feeling superior to others, something that had been drilled into him since a young age.

He certainly didn't like feeling this way, but there was little that he could and/or wanted to do about it, there wasn't any point since it didn't affect his life in the slightest.

The train had now come to a complete stop, but before he could step on he felt an incredibly warm feeling make its way onto his back.

Then the opposing wall seemed to become closer at a very rapid pace, smashing him into it and dropping him to the floor with very little energy left for any sort of movement.

*Boom* it was then that the noise finally registered, telling him exactly what had happened, he couldn't even check if anyone else had been caught in the blast, although it was almost certain that they had.

`No, not like this, I still need t-to se--e` he lost the strength to think incredibly quickly, only visual sensations were still being processed by his brain.

But he had no way to react to them at all, he could see, but not recognise anything that was going on outside of the door, not that it would have helped him, he was dying, he didn't need a fully functioning brain to understand that.

He started to go cold, whether it was from lack of brain power to comprehend the feeling of warmth, or because he was on the very brink of death he did not know, he could not know.

As more and more of his body lost its feeling of warmth, his vision lost more capability as well, his fear sensors should have been in overload at the current moment, but they had stopped working like everything else had.

Yet one feeling did somehow remain, for the short time that he still had left he could still feel one thing, rage, unequivocal, unrelenting, maddening rage, at those responsible and at those who had let it happen.

Except the rage was not solely targeted, instead being pointed in every direction, if he could have had a headache, he would have, but every other function had been taken out leaving only hatred.

Not that this served any purpose, for as soon as all this had started, it ended with him slipping away into the dark void that was death.

Was how it should have been, but he found himself waking up in a bright void, the memory of what had happened still fresh and lingering in his mind.

`Where am I?` he asked to no one in particular but a response was given.

"You are in death, my child"