Military Stories

After staying behind to cover his team as they extracted, Moreau finds himself alone in a forest, stalked by an unseen enemy. (X-COM Viper fanfiction)

A hunter tries to track the elusive Wraith, but who is hunting who? (Evolve fanfiction)

After his wife divorced him for being poor and beneath her status, he became the subject of public ridicule. Rumors spread that he had been unfaithful, claiming he was involved with other women—but none of it was true. Left completely alone, his only remaining possession is a diamond pendant, the last gift from his late mother. Yet behind his quiet suffering lies a mysterious man—an unparalleled medical genius, a master martial artist, and someone with a hidden past no one dares to uncover.

Or was that Drilling the Underground? A young fighter pilot is shot down over France during WW-2

Male perspective bisexual: When you are a man/woman U.S. spy team in Southeast East and told to give a Laos-China-Myanmar border drug warlord whatever he wants to recruit him to support the national interest of the United States, you give him whatever he wants, even when he wants it from both of you.

A story in the Catalum Universe
A cute and adorable species came to the galactic conference station claiming that they were the rulers of the galaxy. Naturally, no one took them seriously.

A few stories I wrote for a writing competition a month ago.

When a twenty-eight-year-old Air Force mechanic serving at Kadena Airbase in Okinawa in the early 1970s wakes up after a drunken binge in a Koza City bar to find himself being serviced by a fourteen-year-old boy while the boy's permissive B-girl mother is having sex nearby with the airman's buddy, he starts on a journey of realizing his appetite is for fourteen-year-old boys.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story (5)
The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.