Matthew Sylvester
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My Legs Hurt Part Two – A Ghost Recon Breakpoint Short Story
My Legs Hurt – Part Two By Matthew Sylvester Michelle tried not to groan as she leant her back against a tree. “Just a flesh wound” was a common term films and books liked to use. Usually the hero just shrugged it off and kept going. It was utter bullshit. Every step she took felt … Continue reading
My legs hurt – A Ghost Recon Breakpoint short story
My legs hurt By Matthew Sylvester “Mummy, my legs hurt,” moaned Sylvia, at only ten years old she was short for her age, with pale blonde hair. Bottom lip hutting out, she dropped her pack and slumped to the floor, rubbing her thighs. Mummy in this case, was thirty-eight year-old Michelle, and her thighs ached … Continue reading
Turncoat, turned – A Ghost Recon Breakpoint short story
Turncoat, turned By Matthew Sylvester Seabury shifted on the ammo crate he’d been made to sit on. Rebels, they called themselves Homesteaders, but they were rebels to all intents and purposes, stood guard over him. Whilst they hadn’t been rough, they hadn’t exactly been gentle and he’d caught the odd elbow and bump as they’d … Continue reading
Turncoat – A Ghost Recon Breakpoint short story
Turncoat By Matthew Sylvester “This doesn’t feel right man,” Seabury whispered to friend, Cape. “I didn’t sign up to beat the shit out of civilians.” Whatever Cape had been about to say was drowned out by an agonised scream as their squad leader brought his heel crashing down on the homesteader’s outstretched arm. Although Cape’s … Continue reading
Hunter; Hunted
He ran blindly through the low undergrowth, whimpering through his gasps for breath. Lifting his rifle he twisted slightly and fired blindly over his shoulder, switching from semi-automatic to full-auto, spraying the area behind him. A root caught his foot and he went sprawling with a cry of fear. Face hitting the ground, he struggled … Continue reading
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