LT.Bellamy

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[[LT.Bellamy/Hold back your tears|Hold back your tears and send a silent glare at the colonel.]]
[[Category : WomenAtWar]]
[[Category : WomenAtWar]]

Current revision as of 14:05, 25 July 2014

As the man speaks, the recent events flash trough your mind. Maria Bellamy is your name, 18 years old and 3rd daughter of the prestigious bellamy family. Long, lustrous blond hair and bright blue eyes, along with a perfect D-cup and naturally attractive face make you a woman who has always Been spoiled and fawned over by men.

Things didn't quite go the way you imagined. You only joined the military because you're from a prestigious military family, but you're no soldier. The way you saw it, you'd get some easy well-paid post somewhere and have fun on state money. But you were never supposed to get send to the bloody frontlines.

When you got orders to join the special forces on the front lines, you were certain there must've been some kind of mix-up or mistake. Before you got a chance to look into it or complain however, you were on a transport truck headed straight for the front.

Returning your attention to the present, you recognize the man who just spoke as Colonel Blake. Col. Blake is the leader of the company you were assigned to, a highly decorated veteran. He's also a violent asshole that mercilessly beat you up till you were full of bruises and coughing blood. he probably gets off on hitting women or something.

You :

Moan and complain that it hurts.

yell "I'm hurt" and cry.

Hold back your tears and send a silent glare at the colonel.

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