The crimson devil

Alex PVs

I thought I was dead, until I woke up in an unfamiliar place, took a good look around and discovered it was a military hospital.

I tried to move, but everything hurts, it feels like a truck ran over me, that's good if it hurts, it's a sign that I'm alive.

Shortly after I woke up, a nurse came to my room, and called the doctors, it looks like I was in a coma for two months, now it's August, close to Bob Lee's birthday, this year he's going to participate in his fifth shooting championship.

Soon Frankie arrived along with the doctors and Captain Blazer, and they explained to me what happened I managed to scare the rebels, and they retreated when reinforcements arrived they found me half dead, and Frankie saved my life with an emergency operation that removed the bullet of my belly and stopped the bleeding, and then I was flown by helicopter to the nearest base, had a transfusion, then an X-ray where it was found that I had three broken ribs along with multiple bone fractures.

The doctor said that as much as the vest holds the projectile it doesn't stop the impact, I took at least four shots, two of them the vest held but two were in areas where the vest didn't cover, other than that I'll recover in two more months, where he will have an award ceremony with the bronze star medal, for the courage to risk his life not only to protect his teammates, knowing the high probability of death, but also to obtain information of high value to the security guard.

All very nice, but I don't mind, honestly, I wanted to tell them to shove the medal up their ass, but I'll accept it so I don't lose contacts in the future, this medal might be useful, then send it to Bob Lee and rub it on the his face in a super arrogant letter hahahahah it's been a while since I spoke to him, I miss him, I can't go to his birthday but I can send him a gift, I can't wait to write.

After everyone left Frankie said something that I really appreciate more than this stupid medal, after the mission a month after it happened, Al Qaeda got wind of my survival in the cave and put a 5 million bounty on my head, it was very interesting the description of the result and titles, it looked something like this.

"Reward: Alexander Bell (Crimson Devil)

Price: 5 million

Information: Marine Special Operations, Master Sniper, Specialized in Close Combat, Tracker and Hunter. Dead or alive.

It looked like something out of movies, everyone in the underworld knows, I thought these things were over in the Wild West and it was only in these movies, but it looks like these posters are still used by the criminal underworld organization, they don't have pictures of me , so yes just a drawing, it looks a bit like me, but I generally have a calm skin, speaking of appearances, I really am better now at twenty than at fourteen.

I have an athletic build, six feet tall, clean shaven, eyes and hair like Ragnar from the Vikings series, a body with multiple scars from my time of torture at the hands of Ray Brooks and the wounds inflicted in Iraq.

Days have passed and a month has passed, I am ready to go, a fortnight before the doctor's deadline, a fortnight on the 10th of September there will be a closed event for the delivery of the medal and the promotion.

In these recovery days, my private nurse was none other than Frankie, our friendship grew a lot, when I was able to tell the truth, my real name, while speaking the full name of my brother, who is famous in the circle of gun enthusiasts, and practically all military men are gun enthusiasts, at first Frankie thought we were brothers from different fathers, but I told her my real name and the reason for such name changes, omitted, but in general I opened up to her, and Frankie did the same.

She even told me why she enlisted in the army and also why she studied medicine, curiously this profession was chosen by her because of her parents, her father was in the military, her mother was sick and died, she studied medicine and when her mother died she followed the military career, but did not drop out of college, on the contrary, invested in it and became a combat medic.

Frankie is a tall, beautiful African-American woman with curly, alluring hair, clear honey-colored eyes, a guitar-like figure with a large hip and palm-sized breasts, and is 1.68 meters tall.

Our relationship has evolved a lot in this month and a half than in the two years of the course, she is much more open to me than before and I feel much more comfortable with her than before, I don't need to be too careful when I talk to her and also we get along very well.

Another fifteen days passed and today is award day, I put on my dress uniform and put my hair in a vikings braid, put on my beret and I was ready to go, tonight was gala night, Frankie was my escort, she looked beautiful in an elegant evening dress.

The ceremony was very boring, they were drooling over my egg, saying that the country needs more young patriots like me and they gave me the medal and I was promoted to captain.

The party was nicer, there were a lot of people, the whole unit was there, I met some important people, I danced with Frankie, I felt an atmosphere and then I moved on.

In the middle of the dance, the atmosphere heats up, we approach talking in each other's ear, me smelling her neck, her breath in my ear, everything was so seductive that I brought my lips to hers and.

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{ A/N: will be waiting for a Lemon hahahahaha}