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First Read The Soviet Protocol - First Impressions - Episode 1

17:12 Handri: Handri, born in the Czech Republic, to his mother Katina and his father Holster. He works for the Czech defense department, his mother taught mathematics at the high school in Prague. A conservative family. Handri's sister Keta is studying to become a nurse. He has a very strict father who worked for the Soviet government before the separation of Czechoslovakia. A very strict father who wanted his son in very strict schools until he was a child. At the age of 18 he was enrolled in the military academy course enlisted in the Czech armed forces. Only two years later he was able to enter the NATO forces. The first year he spent in Germany at the base in Reimstain and then moved to Finland on the border with Russia. Handri arrived after almost a year in Belarus, where he settled at the age of 22.
17:14 Handri: Happens that my cot is tent 5 right next to his, and I shake my head, heading to grab my bag, I always keep one bag ready with all the necessary gear, I pack an extra heavy sweater and make sure my boots are in good condition,I don't want to step in holes in the frozen grounds. Walking toward the tent, I see you walking toward yours "Hey, hey asshole " I shout at you. You are not logged in.
17:19 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm just about to enter my tent, when I hear a voice shouting out across the cold frozen ground, I turn, and see Handri walking towards his tent. "Fuck you Handri. This is your fault. If you'd kept your fucking mouth shut, I wouldn't be saddled with your sorry ass for the next 48 hours in the middle of some frozen hell hole."
17:24 Handri: Fuck that .. did he really? I walk toward you, "Are you fuckin serious? Are you for real? Seriously are you for real or you are really that fuckin stupid? You talked back to him and you could have kept your fuckin mouth shut couldn’t you?" I shake my head, "I was supposed to be in Prague this week end instead i have to baby sit your english ass, fuck you man." I spit next to your boots. "See you in 15 min ...asshole " and I turn my head.
17:28 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I shake my head in disgust. I'm this close to going for him right now, right here, but I know better. I'll be patient. I'll sort this bastard out during our little vacation together. But I call after him, as I head into the tent, "Don't blame me for your stupidity asshole. Be a fucking man instead of a limp dick and take responsibility for your actions. I didn't make you talk back to the Sergeant."
17:30 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Most of my gear is already packed, and in less than two minutes, I leave my tent, my heavy duty rucksack in hand. I sling it on my shoulders, and make my way through the camp to the mustering grounds. I don't even know where this fucking place is or how we are going to get there.
17:33 Handri: Before you enter I shout at you "Don't forget to pack some band aids motherfucker”, before I slide into my tent.
17:35 Mateusz_Kacper: I step out of the command center and I see you already waiting. I slowly walk toward you "Looks like you are anxious to leave Corporal, I’m sure you and your new friend will be comfortable, a military transport has been arranged they should be here in ...4 or 5 hours You can wait here." I smirk at you.
17:40 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stand there in the middle of the mustering grounds, outside the command center, waiting for Handri, at the time I was told to show up here. When Sergeant Kacper strolls out of the command tent and saunters over to me. I look at him, listening to him as he tells me the transport isn't coming for another 4 hours.
17:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I clench my jaw. A vein on the side of my head starts to throb. I was told to show up here at this time, just to freeze my fucking balls off for the next four hours. I look at the Sergeant straight in his eyes.
17:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And... despite how pissed off I'm getting, I once again feel that sense of strong attraction, wanting to get my hands all over his body. I want to beat the crap out of him and fuck him senseless, both at the same time.
17:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I speak up again, my voice has a bit of a hard edge to it, "Sir, tell me something... Did you learn to be a sadistic asshole in school? Or does it just come naturally to you?"
17:49 Mateusz_Kacper: Fuck Ii like this kid, damn it, the more he talks the more I wanna beat the fuck out of him, but shit I was just like him, a fuckin smart ass just like this kid. I smile and reach over you very close to your face "I tell you what, comes naturally but you have the gift to beat me in that dept kid." I step back, turn my back at you and I just noticed that I got hard. "You can ask me for a hot coffee corporal I might even allowed that.", as I walk away and wave with my hand.
17:51 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I wait for the ax to drop as once again I push the boundaries. But this time, I'm the one that gets surprised. He smiles... He fucking smiles at me, and pushes his face closer to mine. Once again I get a whiff of his scent, and it goes straight to my balls. My dick twitches slightly.
17:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then the Sergeant turns his back on me all of a sudden, and calls out over his shoulder, making me a very tempting offer. Wary of some kind of trap, I nonetheless decide to take him up on his offer. I call out, "Sir, a coffee would be much appreciated, if it's allowed, sir."
17:59 Mateusz_Kacper: I turn around, "Sure it is allowed Corporal, it's gonna be made fresh for you tomorrow at 0500 .." then I turn looking at you from a distance "Oh shit, you won't be here will you?" I turn around and keep walking.
18:03 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Stupid Sam, stupid. You should have known better than to fall into his trap like some kind of recruit fresh from boot camp. Well, nothing to do but make the best of it. I'll get him back for that. Eventually. When he least expects it. I take off my rucksack and arrange it on the ground, then I start doing laps in a tight circle around my pack. After 50 short little laps, I drop down and bang out 50 pushups, then back to 50 more laps. The exercise will keep my balls from freezing, and ... it will keep me occupied so that I don't keep dwelling on how good the Sergeant tasted when we kissed this morning.
18:43 Handri: I go to the designated collection point. My backpack is full of heavy sweaters, woolen socks, and gloves. I know very well that there is no heating in that shitty place. I see this loaded son of a bitch waiting, I know full well he has been waiting for over 3 hours in the cold. "Did you have fun? Where we are going to go there is a lake, too bad it will be frozen, otherwise the assholes will float." The military vehicle, an FMTV, Family of Medium Tactical vehicles, awaits us at the exit.
18:43 Handri: With the impressive top speed of this piece of very high mechanical engineering weighing just 3.5 tons, it will only take us 3 1/2 hours to cover just over 130 kilometers. On horseback perhaps it would have been faster. Not to mention that it's not exactly a Bentley, with the comfortable wooden benches at the back
18:43 Handri: I could get ready to go back to Prague for 3 days, 3 very long days, see my girlfriend and finally stop this endless series of handjobs to try to calm my spirits. But no. Because of a perfect asshole, here I am, on a fucking van heading to hell. I look at you and think how much I want to break your face and take off that fucking smile. “Try to keep your mouth shut and maybe these two days will pass without problems"
09:33 Corporal_Sam_Mason: For the last three hours I have alternated between laps and press ups, spicing it up by mixing in one handed press-ups, crunches, and the occasional series of kip ups, until my combat-hardened muscle is slick with sweat, my t-shirt plastered to my jacked body. Then I take a break, until it feels like the fucking sweat starts to freeze, then back at it again.
09:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The heavy exercise keeps my mind focused in the moment, but every so often, I'll find myself flashing back to this morning, and that kiss with Sergeant Kacper. Remembering how he tasted. Remembering the feel of every one of his chiseled muscles, thick and hard as steel cables.
09:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Eventually though, the time passes, and that fucking bag of dicks, Handri, shows up. Yeah, he's a handsome asshole, and I can tell that he's packing some decent muscle, but his attitude really pisses me off, blaming me for something that was his own stupid fault.
09:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He shows up, opening his fat mouth, and I look over at him as I grab my duffle bag and follow him to our vehicle. "A frozen lake huh? Perfect. You keep pissing me off Handri, and I'll use your head to smash a hole in the ice, and dunk you into the lake till your fucking balls shrivel up so much you need a microscope to find them."
09:42 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Our vehicle is a shitty FMTV, slower than my grandma. I climbed in, sitting across from the colossal Czech asshole. This is going to be a long weekend. The only silver lining is that there won't be anyone around to see me beat the fuck out of this Czech bastard. Just to make sure things get off on the right foot, I lean back against the side of the FMTV as it bounces and bangs it's way across the frozen landscape, a shit-eating grin on my face, as I start a staring contest with the fuckwad.
09:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He notices my smile, and gives me more shit. Perfect. My plan to get inside his head is working. "Really? Keep my mouth shut? That's real funny. If only you had managed to follow your own advice, you'd be on your way to Prague by now. I am going to make this weekend a living hell, you little shit. I don't like your attitude one fucking bit."
13:53 Handri: This motherfucker is testing me and i've been around here long enough to learn that in a hard way, I was playing with my phone and texting with my gf when he started to stare at me. Putting my phone in one of the side pockets of my jacket, "What the fuck are you looking at? Look like you are pissing off a lot of people off back there, lets see how long you last."
13:55 Handri: then he threatened to make the next 3 days a living hell and I’m starting to get nervous "You have no fuckin idea what hell is but don't worry. I’m gonna send you there quite soon to get a taste of it. And in case that makes you feel better, I don't like you and your fuckin attitude fucker so we are quite even"
13:57 Handri: "So...go fuck yourself brit" and I reach over my pocket and grab my phone back resuming my texting to a disappointed girlfriend.
14:10 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look over at him, shaking my head. Everyone here was such a fucking asshole. I was a nice guy, usually. Treated my fellow soldiers with respect. But since the first day I showed up here, starting with that hot bastard, Sergeant Kacper, everyone has been giving me nothing but attitude. I might be a nice guy, but I'm also SAS, not a carpet to be walked all over.
14:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: So if I have to get nasty to survive here, then I'll get fucking nasty. And enjoy it too. "You know, I was wondering what I was looking at too. They say you are a man, but you look like a fucking pussy to me. And if you keep pissing ME off, you won't get a chance to see how long I last, fucker."
14:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "You so much as look at me the wrong way when we get to the outpost, and I'll find something much, much better to fuck than myself, do you fucking understand me?" My eyes go hard, and I give Handri my full on ice cold ruthless don't even fucking think of fucking with me stare.
14:22 Handri: We barely left the camp, what, another 3 hours with this piece of shit sitting in front of me, man I swear, I wish he was one of the motherfucking bastards that we are after because ....I look at you "Too bad you are not one of the Russians cause I would fuckin enjoy puttiing a bullet between your eyes." Then I look you straight in the eyes, "If you piss me off. I swear I’m gonna make you regret every single minute of the next 3 days, you son of a bitch and I’m not kidding, we don't fuckin need you, we don't need wanna be men like you here understand?" and I raise my middle finger at you "Eat this brit"
14:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Why the fuck was I sent on this mission? These bastards are supposed to be our allies... but you sure could fool me. My eyes are ice cold as I look at Handri as he talks about putting a bullet between my eyes. He has really upped the stakes in our little pissing contest. "You talk big, fucker, but at the end of the day, we'll see who ends up with the regrets." My voice is calm, and I've had enough of this fucker for the moment. I lean back against the side of the FMTV and close my eyes, taking a nap as we rumble on towards our destination, completely ignoring this fucking bastard for the moment.
14:59 Handri: Looking at you "Don't worry, I would never shoot a brother, even if you are not my brother, at worst I will beat the fuck out of you until you go back to England. It’s gonna be a hard day for you, sorry...days." and then I lean back, put my head over my eyes and pretend to sleep, which is impossible but at least I gonna rest my eyes, trying to calm down.
15:05 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As I start to let myself drift off, I get my first hint, first small inkling, that Handri is not a total and complete piece of shit. It almost sounds like he realized he'd crossed the line with his threat to shoot me. And that was almost an apology, as close as I'd get to one anyways. It would do. Before I drift off to sleep, I mutter, "You are so fucked asshole." I have a smile on my face as I start to drift off. I can sleep anywhere, anytime. You don't pass SAS selection without that skill.
15:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: A few hours later, I wake up, as the sound of the FMTV changes, slowing down. Instantly, I'm awake, alert, and looking over at Handri. "Sounds like we've arrived at Paradise."
15:08 Handri: I shake my head " that cause you are not even worth a bullet.....asshole "
09:56 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grab my duffel bag, and with my heavy overcoat pulled up tight around my collar, I jump down out of the back of the FMTV, looking around at our home for the next two days. I looked over at Handri, my eyes narrowed. I'd caught that final smart ass remark of his before I drifted off to sleep. Soon, very soon, I'd get my chance to deal with that Czech mother fucker. The thing was, he was actually a pretty hot looking fucker. Handsome, fit as fuck. Without the attitude, he wouldn't be that bad of a mate. Besides, knocking the fucking attitude out of his hot ass might give me something to do rather than keep dwelling on Sergeant Kacper ... and the kiss we shared.
18:40 Handri: Three hours later and a spine that would need a surgical operation, the mighty military vehicle finally stops in front of the entrance. Once a thriving military base, overlooking the lake, the docks were used for small boats that patrolled the lake. At the time of the Soviet Union, the whole area was a minefield, even the lake. After the fall of the USSR, the young soldiers were assigned to decontaminate the area. But after the decimation of the military, between the dead and mutilated, the government decided to assign the amiable task to young people without work, so it was that there was a shortage of young people in the neighboring villages.
18:40 Handri: Handri got out of the vehicle and bumped his backpack on your back "Oh sorry, I didn't see you". I look at you and I motion to some bunkers at the end of the road, "This way, follow me brit"
18:41 Handri: The two soldiers set off towards the entrance gate, along a long road invaded by bushes of all kinds and finally reached the lake and the bunkers. This will be our new home for the next 48 hours, maybe even your hell. The inside of the bunker is crumbling, there is nothing left, the walls are moldy, on the ground only dirt and pieces of metal and glass from windows that once kept the inside warm. What used to be a kitchen today is a bunker with icicles on the ceiling. I throw my bag on the floor and take a long, tired breath.
18:42 Handri: You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in.
18:48 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Handri 'accidently' bumps into me, and I feel a spike of rage, but I keep my calm. I have all weekend to put this fucker in his place. I can be patient. I heft up my duffel bag, and sling it on my shoulder, the frigid air and the ice coating the ground a sign of the hellish cold the weekend had in store for us. I follow Handri inside the bunker, and look around.
18:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: There are fucking ICICLES hanging from the ceiling, the place is crumbling, and filled with rubble and shatttered glass. It is obvious there is no heating, no electricity, nothing. The only source of warmth in this frozen, run-down, crumbling hell hole was Handri himself. FUCK.
18:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I toss my duffel bag down onto the floor next to Handri, and look over at him, then I start to laugh. "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. Between you wanting to put a fucking bullet in my head and this frozen shithole trying to freeze my balls off, I think I'll be fucking strong as Hercules by the end of this weekend."
19:00 Handri: Looking at you "If this shithole doesn't kill you I will if you don't keep your mouth shut." I fish out a computer from my bag. "The Sargent wants us to clean the communication equipment, restore the tower, by the way it's frozen so good luck climbing on that shit and what else...." while i'm looking at the note, "Oh and he wants the few piece of junk called military vehicles restored." All of a sudden your phone rings ....and there is a text message. ...that says to you...
19:01 Mateusz_Kacper: " Enjoy your week end " and a pic You are not logged in. .....from your Sargent
09:17 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I open my mouth to reply to Handri, giving one more glance around the frozen hellhole of this long, narrow kitchen. Then, my phone beeps. What the fuck? I pull my phone out of the trouser pocket of my fatigues, and read the message from Sergeant Kacper. Complete with a picture of hot coffee.
09:26 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Rage boils inside me, and I shove my phone back in my pocket, why the hell did Kacper have to be such a fucking asshole? Why the hell was I so attracted to him? Why the hell did I want to kiss him again? Confused, and angry, I turned towards Handri. "You know I've had just about enough of your fucking fat mouth, Handri." I reach out with both hands, and grab his collar, twist and SLAM the small of his back against a table lining the wall of the kitchen, getting right in his face. "Let me tell you how this weekend is going to go. I'll make it easy for you. You are going to fucking keep your mouth shut, YOU are going to clean the communication equipment, and YOU are going to restore those vehicles, or I'm going to beat the mother fucking shit out of you so hard your girlfriend won't even recognize you the next time you see her, IF you see her again. Do you understand me?"
19:06 Handri: I'm taking my shit out of my bag, trying to organize the living space, pissed enough and looking for a spot in that kitchen to lay down the mattress and the sleeping bags. When your phone gets off, I smirk and I don't look at you. Then all of a sudden you attack me, totally out of the blue, son of a bitch, I knew this was about to go down soon or later but I didn't expect that right away, you get in my face and my muscles tense, talking to me and almost spitting on me thats how angry you are talking. When you are done I take a deep breath and I shove into your pec hard, push you away almost make you hit the wall behind you, I felt right away how strong and solid you are in that moment. I thought it was just a matter of time, its like a time bomb, could go off any second now...
19:14 Handri: "...now you listen to me you little shit...what the FUCK IS your problem ????" I step into you, "Huh ? IF YOU have a problem, we can take it outside any fuckin time and I’d be happy to to be honest, to adjust your fuckin attitude that I don't like a bit, but right now I’m gonna prep the fuckin sleeping bag cause in case you didn't fuckin notice it is fuckin freezing and soon we wont be able to make a fire." I get into your face, "You are so used to your comfy shit that you don't know that if we don't make a fire you gonna freeze to death at night so quit your SAS soldier bullshit and lets prep the fire then I’ll be happy to put your head into your ass any fuckin time" I turn around and went back to my bag and take out some flares, grab a key, walk toward the end of the bunkers yelling at you, " YO....the firewood is in that fuckin shed, are you coming or your hands are way too fuckin delicate?" I shake my head.
18:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Handri shoves me back hard, in the chest, and I'm this close to hauling off and smashing his face in. I'm usually much more in control of my emotions, but that text and pic from Sergeant Kacper... it really fucked with my head. And this Czech shitbag happens to be in the line of fire for my irritation, confusion, and anger. But he is talking some kind of sense. We need a fire before we freeze to death. Of course... there is another way we could keep warm, if we shared the same sleeping bag. But right now, I'd much rather keep warm my beating this fucking Czech's face in rather than by sharing a sleeping bag with him. But we will need a fire. I get that.
18:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I just barely keep myself from smashing my fist into his smirking face. "My PROBLEM, you fucking bag of dicks, is YOU and your attitude. You've been a fucking dick since the moment we met. Don't worry, once we get through this first night, you and I are going to take this outside, and I'm going to SERIOUSLY adjust your attitude." I can feel the rage and confusion churning beneath the surface as I face off with this prick. I follow him as he starts to walk towards the wood store.
19:00 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "That is exactly the kind of fucking attitude I'm talking about you, shitbag. Are you so fucking goddamn arrogant that you think the entire world revolves around your fucking dick? What a prick you are. Do you even know how to start a fire? Or is that what those flares are for? Because you are too stupid to start a fire any other way?"
19:04 Handri: This fucker will ruin my week end and its not even limited to that, if we consider that having a relationship in the military is harder than a mission, no matter how much your girl says “oh yes I understand babe its your job you have to do it” fuckin bullshit, at the of the day they wants to be taken out, they wants the week ends, they wants the attention and if they don't get it, all hell breaks lose, threating you to call her mother or even worse, your own mother, ruining your life for years to come, if you are lucky she is not going to cheat on you, so yeah, I’m quite fuckin pissed ..
19:07 Handri: I walk toward the metal door, behind that door there is a depot and we store some firewood and other materials that we keep locked up when we are not here, even if there is a camera, way too big for the todays technology but even a blind person can't miss it, to bad I believe it has been out of commission for the last 5 or more years. I open the thick metal door and the smell of a close hit me in the face just like how much I wanna hit this fucker.
19:13 Handri: I turn around " My attitude ? Listen to me SAS, maybe that shit works in the UK, but here your super soldier shit ain’t working, you still don't get why you are in this shit hole do you?" I enter inside and grab some heavy logs, grunt some as my biceps flex in my heavy sweater "Grab some of those oaks logs right there," as I pass next to you "I know how to start a fire but I bet if I put your ass on those logs they gonna burn instantly." I look at you, "We take this outside anytime motherfucker first thing in the morning.” I bump the log on your arm and walk toward the kitchen.
19:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I follow Handri outside into the bitterly cold night air, the ground white with frost. He leads us to a storage depot, using his key to open it. The smell inside the storage depot is musty and foul, clearly no one has used this dump for several years. But there is a pile of wood. It had been a peaceful little stroll through the frozen hellhole until Handri opened his fat mouth again.
19:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Super soldier? Seriously? Are so fucking stupid that you don't even know the difference between the UK and America? Last time I checked, Captain America came from America, not the UK, you fucking idiot." And thought I didn't tell him, I knew perfectly well why I was in this shithole. It was because Sergeant Kacper was an asshole. We'd both felt how strong that connection had been when we'd kissed, but instead of facing it like a man, that asshole had sent me here so he didn't have to deal it with it. I lean over, grabbing a few of the thickest oak logs, getting my arms wormed under them, tensing my quads and my abs, the muscles flexing smoothly as I stood up with my arm load, turning to leave.
19:23 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And of course he had to 'bump' into me as I turned to leave, giving me even more shit. "Don't worry you fuckwad, we will take this outside tomorrow, and we'll straighten a few things out, you can count on that." As we walk towards the kitchen, I 'stumble' suddenly, seeming to trip over my feet, and somehow, as I recover my footing, my boot 'accidently' kicks Handri right in the back of his knee in midstep. "Ooops. Sorry fucker. I must have slipped on the ice."
19:29 Handri: I’m walking and shiiiiittt I turn around with my logs and I’m ready to drop them all on the frozen ground "No problem, careful not to slip and smash your face on the fuckin ice next time." I turn around and keep walking, really do I have to stay with this fucker here? Despite how cold it is I start sweating, carrying all this firewood through the camp. I finally reached the bunker and I let it go with a big crash to the floor. There is a sort of grill and a fireplace at one end of the kitchen. Before that I reach into my bag and fish out two bars. I toss one to you and I open one for me "So tomorrow morning then, sure you can work after I kick your ass?"
19:33 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Impressively, he manages to not drop the logs he was carrying. I chuckle, and follow him the rest of the way back to the kitchen. I'm glad of the exercise though, It helps to ward off the deep bitter cold. I dump my pile of logs on top of his, and head over to my duffel bag, fishing out my canteen and taking a long swig of the water. Without even looking up, I lift up my hand and catch the protein bar he tosses my way. I unwrap it and start to munch on it, before heading towards the woodpile, and carefully stacking the logs beneath in the pit, leaving plenty of room for air to get beneath the logs. I use lighter twigs and kindling, stacking them on top, then I reach into my pocket and produce a lighter, starting the fire carefully, nursing the small flame, and spreading it to different points until it catches firmly, and the big logs start to burn.
19:35 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The warmth radiates out, and it feels amazing after the bitter cold. I finally turn to Handri, "I'm not fucking working tomorrow. After I'm done fucking you over tomorrow Handri, your beaten, bruised ass is going to clean the communications equipment and service those vehicles while I stay in here next to the fire."
19:47 Handri: I look at you while with great skill, you light the fire. I would have done it too but no I expected someone from England to know how to light a fire in a place so hostile to mankind. The dense smoke of wet wood immediately rises and heats, melting the ice on the walls.
19:47 Handri: I sit with my back against the wood and look at you while you eat and keep my mouth open "You are a fool and a stupid fucker if you think that assholes like you have not had their chance with me." I finish my bar. "It happens often you know, an asshole comes here from the west of Europe and he needs to understand things, I'm sure once I have taught you how it works then everything will be fine and maybe you will have the balls to stay."
19:48 Handri: It starts to get hot and very calmly I take off my heavy sweater, staying in a green T-shirt, a little sweaty on my chest, my muscles do not hide years of work and training. "It will be fun to break your ass." I am amazed how easy it is among soldiers to talk about these things, almost as easy as having a coffee.
19:52 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lean back resting against the leg of the table across from the fire pit, the heat slowly building up until finally, I take off my thick coat, wearing my SAS issue black t-shirt beneath. It's tight, and it shows off the hard lines of the tough combat-forged muscle beneath. I scrunch up the wrapper to my protein bar, and throw it in the flames, watching it burn up quickly. Once again, Handri has to spoil the moment by opening his fat mouth.
19:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I turn to look at him, my face showing my contempt. "I'll bet everyone that spends five minutes with you wants to have their chance with you, by beating your fat, ugly face in. I sure as hell did." I check him out, looking at him openly. He's well-built, that's obvious. Strong, tough, hard-muscled. And, if I'm honest, pretty good looking. He's probably completely straight though. Which is fine. I'll still enjoy fucking him up with my fists. "Once I'm finished rearranging your crazy, misinformed opinions about Englishmen, with my fists, I'm sure you'll be much better company. I'm a good teacher, don't worry, I won't break anything ... important." I'm really in the mood for a good fight. Really in the mood. I need to release all this confusion and irritation Sergeant Kacper dumped on me. Handri will do just fine. Besides, he has it coming.
14:25 Handri: The feeling of nausea, my spinning head, and the lack of oxygen made it difficult to throw water on the fire inside the smoke-filled bunker. I kept coughing, my throat was dry, the smoke was gripping my throat, and I was fighting to try to stay awake and not pass out. The smoke had invaded the entire bunker while we were sleeping, the only thing that woke me up was that fort at the head. I quickly realized that something was wrong, the chimney was blocked, and within hours the bunker had transformed into a potential gas chamber. Burning all the oxygen, the carbon dioxide was killing us.
14:26 Handri: With all the strength I had, I managed to drag you a few meters towards the exit of the bunker. Believe it or not, thanks to the many cracks in the bunker, they saved our lives, letting in some air from the outside, slowing down the process of saturation of the air inside.
14:26 Handri: What could have happened, how stupid I am, I should have checked the chimney before lighting the fire, but this asshole distracted me, that's what happens when you're not focused. Both of us sat in the cold, at the entrance to the bunker, with a little water, now it's better, my head doesn't spin anymore but my throat is still sore, that was close.
14:27 Handri: Months of disuse, who knows how much shit has been deposited inside the chimney? And now? If it was clogged with debris it would be impossible to remove it. "Drink" I tell you, while you look at me confused. The fog makes everything surreal, the lake looks like a motionless slab, the only sounds you hear are the cries of some bird, then nothing. The sunlight shyly shows itself, making everything around a gray layer on the gray of the concrete.
14:27 Handri: "Even if I saved your ass, that does not mean that we have become best friends, you will always remain an asshole, but now we have another problem, we can no longer light a fire." But we will deal with this later .
14:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, I start having a nightmare, feeling like I can't breathe, and my throat suddenly feels clogged, then groggily I realize it's not a nightmare... something is wrong.. I try to get out, of my sleeping bag, but then I feel sick and collapse back. I'm only half conscious when I realize that I'm being dragged over the freezing floor. I was only wearing my black t-shirt and my underpants when Handri dragged me out of the smoke filled bunker. My eyes were burning, and my throat felt raw. I felt sick. I must have gotten a heavier dose of the smoke than Handri did. I gasp, drawing in the frigid air trying to shake off the sick feeling. I realized that I'd nearly died. From something as stupid as a poorly ventilated fire.
14:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look out into the thick fog, a portion of the frozen lake visible in the mist, moonlight causing the thin layer of fog to almost glow. I'd always thought that when I died it would be on the battlefield, not from carbon dioxide poisoning in some frozen hellhole of a bunker.
14:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I took the drink of water from Handri, my mind still foggy, finding it hard to focus. I swallow the water, letting it soothe the rough, raw feeling in my throat. I turn to look at Handri. Even though this was his fault, he had saved me. Despite how much of an asshole the Czech bastard was, he had saved me. I would have done the same for him.
14:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And even now, after he nearly killed us both, he has the fucking balls to give me more shit. For some reason, I start to laugh. "Don't worry asshole, all this means is that at some point I'll have to save your life to even the score. Even though... if you had done your fucking job right and checked the chimney beforehand, we wouldn't be in this mess. So you saved me from your own stupidity. I'm grateful that you can do something right, at least."
14:52 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I shake my head, then continue, I'm starting to shake and shiver from the extreme cold. Handri is right about one thing, warmth is a serious consideration right now. We can't go back into the bunker until the smoke clears. "We have to stay warm somehow while we sleep. There's only one option."
14:52 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I turn to look at him, then shrug, "You and I are going to have to share a sleeping bag. There isn't any other way to stay warm."
15:01 Handri: Looking at you and I can't believe you are accusing me? Tell me that this was my fault, after I saved your ass you have the balls to point a finger at me, now it's morning, I check my clock and it's only an hour before the alarm that was set at 0600, but he is right, unless we find a way to fix this shit he is right, tonight we will have to share that sleeping bag. "Hey brit, I don't know how you guys do things in UK but here we are not a bunch of homos, I’d rather freeze to death than share a sleeping bag with you." I look at you. "We have some work to do today, and I’m gonna try to fix that shit if its possible, I’m gonna go inside and grab some food." I grab a piece of cloth and wet it before holding it against my mouth. I stand up and I disappear inside the bunker to drag my bag outside with the food and tools that we need for the day, once the smoke clears we can go and grab the rest of it.
15:06 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I didn't even realize at first that it's almost morning. My mind is still feeling a bit dazed from the smoke. Then, suddenly, I listen to that fucking inbred Czech bastard once more proving to me what an utter asshole he is. I have half a mind to beat the shit out of him and fuck him just for that comment about being a homo. "You can fucking freeze, for all I care, you dick." I stand up, in nothing but my skivvies and t-shirt, and enter inside, grabbing another cloth and soaking it in some water to create a makeshift gas mask.
15:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grab my trousers, my duffel bag, and my sleeping bag, and return outside. I put on my trousers, and my boots then throw on my heavy coat to stay warm.
15:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit down and start to chew on a protein bar. I had been looking forward to a hot breakfast, but no chance of that now. Fuck it was cold. My face was going numb despite the heavy coat I was wearing.
15:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, I turn to Handri, finally responding to his last comment. "You are wrong, fucker. We do not have work to do today. YOU have work to do today. Just because you saved my life from your own stupid mistake doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away with being such a fucking asshole. You are going to clean the communication equipment, and YOU are going to service those vehicles. And if you don't, then I'll beat the fuck out of you until you do. I'm sick and tired of your attitude."
15:29 Handri: I had brought some rations of food with me that could be reheated over a fire, but this morning it seems out of the question. The protein bars will do their job, at least this morning. I take two, eat them, drink some water, go to the bunker's interior and put some vodka in a metal pan. "You can enter, the smoke is no longer harmful." I notice that you are staring at the pain. "It's Pilsner, vodka, hot water and red wine, the Czech and Russian military drank it, it is used to warm you up and a thousand times better than coffee, careful, it's only for men, with balls, try it, maybe your balls will grow."
15:29 Handri: I pour two fingers of what may seem like a terrible potion and I pass it to you. I drink it all at once, the hot liquid burns my throat, the alcohol is enhanced by the heat and immediately a sense of warmth fills me. Today you will be doing the work assigned to you after we solved our problems. It's time to teach you a thing or two.
15:47 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Handri ignores me, and carries on as if I hadn't said a thing. That's fine. I don't really care. I've said how it's going to be. When the time comes, we'll settle it. I follow in after him, the smoke having cleared enough to reenter the shitty bunker. His tone when he next speaks to me is almost conversational, halfway friendly. Well. I'll never figure this bastard out.
15:49 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He explains the concoction that he's mixed up, Pilsner, vodka, water and red wine. My eyebrow raises. I start to grin. Well now, that certainly has all the right ingredients. I take the shot of his witch's brew and down it in one swallow.
15:50 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The hot liquid traces a trail of fire down the back of my throat, sending a little shiver up and down my spine. My forehead breaks out in a sweat, and I feel flushed and warm. "Damn, that was just what the doctor ordered."
15:51 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grin at him, the first time he's probably seen me look at him as though he were a mate instead of a fucking asshole. "I can't wait to tell my mates back in England about this little gem."
15:54 Handri: Looking at you "The doctor is definitely what you gonna need if you don't go out and do the job, or are you gonna tell your brit boyfriend that I had to make you?" Looking at you.
15:59 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sigh. Then, I shrug my heavy coat off. I stand up. "Just when I thought that maybe, just maybe, you weren't a mother fucking asshole." My black t-shirt is tight, not doing much to hide the steel-hard contours of my combat trained muscle.
16:00 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Get the fuck up off your ass and take your beating like a man."
16:06 Handri: "I thought you’d never ask, I guess you grew a pair after all." I put the cup down , take my heavy jacket off and pull my shirt off, i'm warm enough now, as matter of fact my chest is covered in a light layer of sweat, what is about to happen is what happens in the military all the time, sometimes you hit it off right away with your comrade, but sometimes things need to get worse to get better. I’m in my camp pants, shirtless, throw my shirt on the floor and swing a right to your jaw. "Come on SAS.” Stepping back in the bunker watching you. ytYou are not logged in.
16:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I watch as Handri stands up, peeling off his jacket, and his shirt under it. Revealing a jacked, muscled body. I appreciated the view. Very much. I grinned at him, "What the fuck man? Putting on a strip show for me? Didn't know you Czech's were homos..." I drop into a tight guard, as you throw a right cross at my jaw, taking the blow in the crook of my left elbow. Some good power behind that. I follow Handri in as he backs into the bunker, my stance and guard tight and professional. I was going to enjoy teaching this fucker a lesson. I don't hold back, firing off two left jabs in rapid succession, snapping my left back before plowing a heavy right hook for the muscled bastard's left hand ribs. You are not logged in.
16:20 Handri: See that you guard your face well and my right jab didn't land on your jaw cleanly, I raise my fists "Come on fucker...." as you come at me, I raise my guard, looking at your muscle tense, my guard is too high and you nail my ribs nhggggg, I lean some to the side, take a step into you, closing the distance and throw a left hook at your lower abs, about to swing my elbow under your chin, pressing into you.
16:24 Handri: Handri blocks my jabs, but my right hook smashes into his muscled side with a satisfying crunch, but that leaves my guard partially open, allowing Handri's own left hook to smash into my lower abs. My abs were tensed, but the blow had some power. I grunted at the impact, a dull ache throbbing in my tight abs. Handri is on me at once, swinging his right elbow up under my chin. I slide my head to the right, keeping my guard in close, to avoid that elbow, but I smash my left knee up, throwing some power into it, targeting Handri's abs with a knee strike as I snarl back, "Gonna beat the fuck out of you, you bastard."
16:30 Mateusz_Kacper: Getting close almost chest to chest and my hook smashes your abs, I don't feel cold, the drink and the fight gets me warm enough, "Fuck you man." I feel your abs hard under your shirt when my punch connects, then you slam your knee into my abs, they are hard and well trained and I absorb the hit, grunt some, as you stager back I take a step forward, extend a straight jab like a whip toward your nose, duck under your guard and aim at your lower abs with a hard hook, letting my shoulder press into your chest. "Hope you better than this fucker.", grunting as my muscles are getting pumped
16:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My knee smashes into Handri's abs, and they are solid, rock solid, but the blow rocks him. Handri comes at me, smashing a jab towards my nose. My guard is tight, and I take the blow on my forearms, as I snap them in tight. But sneaky bastard, he ducks under my guard and smashes my lower abs with a huge hook. My abs are tensed, the thick muscles flexed and steel hard. The blow smashes into my core, and I let out another grunt. FUCK... I felt that. It was a hard hit. Some more pain flashes through my core. Handri presses his shoulder into my chest, and quick as lighting, I take advantage of that position. I wrap my left arm around the back of his neck in a headlock, holding him tight, then in quick succession, I fire my knees up into his exposed abs, targeting them with two heavy knee lifts right in the middle of those hard-muscled abs.
16:43 Handri: you are trained and I can tell that, and you are good and I’m starting to enjoy this a lot, my jab failed to connect but my hook did it’s job, fuck you man, you lock me in a headlock and NHFFF NGFF my toes get lifted by your blows , man to man, I can feel your biceps around my neck, I wrap my arms around your neck, lock out my knees and lift you some, rush your back into the edge of the frozen kitchen counter , managing to slide my my head off and sink two hard uppercuts into your lower abs, we are not fighting in this small space, my left hand trying to go to your chest to lean you backward to fire my right at your chin. "You don't teach shit.”
16:50 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Handri is one tough bastard... and if I'm honest with myself, I'm really starting to enjoy this fight. All the irritation and confusion about Sergeant Kacper that had been building up in me finally had a release. And Handri is good. He lifts his arm, and snakes it around my neck, lifting up and surging forward, smashing my back into the edge of the counter. FUCK... that hurt like a bastard, my kidneys are screaming in pain. He manages to pull his head free, and slams two more uppercuts into my abs. I twist and turn my torso though, just as those uppercuts land, deflecting some of the force, causing Handri's fists to slide across my abs, pulling the shirt free of my trousers. My abs are throbbing now, he's fucking strong. He tries to push me backwards, over the edge of the counter, and fires a right at my chin, but at that moment, I twist from my hips, spinning out from under him, that right missing completely. I'm now beside him, on his left side.
16:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I drill my left fist like a sledgehammer into his left hand ribs, deliberately targeting the most vulnerable spot, and not holding back. I'm still moving, and take his back after I fire that shot, drilling my right fist directly into his kidneys, smashing his waist up against the kitchen counter.. I snarl. "You don't think I can teach you a thing or two, you bastard? I'll fucking teach you how to respect me."
16:59 Handri: I don't know how many fights I’ve had in the military, with enemies and of course with my military buddies,shit happens between us, call it tension, call it the fact that we all need to release, fights happen more than we thought, and this is one of those. We grunt and slam at each other...arrghhhh nghhhh you are good, you move to my side and force me to take the blows, fucking painful, breathing hard, I dont even feel the cold air anymore "Fuck you man, that’s all you got?" I’m grunting in pain, my side and spine on fire, hold on to the edge of the kitchen counter and swing my elbow backward targeting your mouth and jaw, arrghhhh as you are on my side, then turn around facing you, grab you by your shoulder pulling u into for a hard knee into your lower ribs arrghhhhh damn he is good, he is definitely not a paper pusher.
17:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Fuck, this is just what I need. Let out some aggression, use my power, skill, and training to fuck up another man. Release that pressure, that tension. My fists smash into Handri's ribs, and his kidneys with brutal precision. And I can tell how much they fucking hurt. My own abs are aching. Despite the cold, I'm sweating, and my t-shirt is sticking to my skin now. Handri swings his elbow back, but I was expecting that, swinging my head back out of range. But when I do that, I release my pressure on Handri's body, allowing him to escape, turning to face me. He grabs my shoulders, and drives his knee into my steel-hard abs. FUCKKKKkk... I kept my abs flexed, but that blow was huge... a shockwave of pain rips out from the point of impact. That one did some damage. Fuck, Handri is strong. Well trained. "No fucker, I got a lot more than that!"
17:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My abs are screaming at me, but pain is how you know you are alive, and I attack again. With his hands on my shoulder, his guard is broken, and his chin is fucking WIDE open. My left fist rockets up in a brutal uppercut right towards the bottom of his handsome chin. And my right fist smashes once again into his hurting lefthand ribs, looking to really fuck this Czech bastard up, pressing forward with my boots to keep him pinned against the kitchen counter so he can't dodge my blows.
17:19 Handri: Close combat man to man, the smell of the bunkers mixed with the smell of our sweaty bodies battling, you are tough and you keep pressing my back against the kitchen counter, I can't swing away when I see that punch coming, I press my chin against my chest so that the damage is limited but i can still felt it...we are chest to chest, ouunggg spit flies as you target my ribs again, I can’t slide out but I use your pressure to clinch with you and wrap my arm around you, keep you close chest to chest and raise my knee into your side like a thai boxer, slamming into your ribs as we are glued together, chest to chest. "It’s gonna end bad for you motherfucker." I gasp, breathing hard, struggling to control his power and his skill, my chest dripping sweat.
17:28 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The heat and the sweat and the smell hits me, all of it mixing together, a scent that I know and love. The scent of a fighting, hard-muscled man, a brother soldier who trains his body to be a machine, a weapon of war. Fuck. I love this. Handri partially blocks my uppercut, tucking his chin in, but my fist to his ribs drives in HARD, doing even more damage. He pulls me in close, and I can feel the hard contours of his combat-forged muscle grinding against mine, slick with sweat. His arms are locked tight around my waist. He lifts his knee up, muay thai style, smashing it into my ribs. The angle and position isn't ideal for doing maximum damage, but his technique and skill are very good, and it fucking hurts like a bitch. I grunt with pain as the blows land. Not gonna sit around and take these blows all day. I wait until he lifts his right knee for another strike, then I drop my left hand and catch his knee, gripping it tight.
17:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I growl, "Time to teach you who the fuck is boss around here, you bastard." Suddenly, I step backwards, gripping his leg tight, twisting as I do, angling us to avoid the counter on the other side, and SMASH Handri down to the concrete floor of the bunker, my body weight crunching down on top of him, pancaking the bastard hard to the floor. As I land, I smash my left fist directly into the side of his jaw.
17:35 Handri: My dad always made me think like a man, that’s part of why I joined the elite special forces, to feel like that, its the challenge to myself, the constant proving that we are better, and it doesn’t matter if that means you collide wiith your felllow military friends, its a process of respect, and I’m used to fighting my own battles, this fucker its tough, he is proving that he is not just a cocky asshole and he is not scared to back his shit up. I slam on the concrete floor my back hurt and I arch my back FUCCKK my head snaps, feeling his body on top of mine, looking at his ripped muscles under his shirt , spit flies as he slams my jaw. I manage to grab his arm locking under my pit so he can't protect his face and swing a hard elbow across his chin and jaw thuddddd, both breathing hard, if we keep fucking each other up we wont be able to finish this assignment.
14:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The longer I fight Handri the more I'm starting to really enjoy the contest with him. I needed this... to test myself against a fellow special forces fighter, a man able to push me hard, make me strive. In a contest like this, there is no room for any of the other bullshit, no room for feeling confused, or angry, nothing but the pounding of the heartbeat, the smell of sweat and testosterone, the ripple and surge of muscle, it's all about the fight. And whatever else Handri might be, he's a fucking incredible fighter. I smash his jaw as I crush him to the concrete, doing more damage to the handsome Czeck soldier. But nothing is going to keep him down for long. He traps my arm under his pit, and slams his elbow across my jaw. FUCKKKKkk... That rocks my head, spit flying out of my mouth, mixed with a bit of blood. I see spots in front of my eyes, but pain is how you know you are alive. I push through it.
14:46 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Grunting, I heave my left knee forward, and pin his right arm to the ground, grinding the bony part of my kneecap into the thick, solid muscle of his right bicep, deliberately making it hurt like hell. He's got my right arm trapped under his armpit, but now I've got his right arm trapped. With a surge of my hard-muscled left arm, I drive my left fist down, once again targeting his jaw like a sledgehammer. My sweat is dripping down off my face, and there is a small cloud of steam rising from the combined heat and sweat of our bodies, despite the frigid winter.
14:55 Handri: I can feel his hard strengh and his muscles, he is strong and I love to fight guys who can give me a challenge, maybe this could be a way to become friends or maybe its a way to make things even worse, looking at you and nhhgggg, my head snaps to the side and I can taste my blood in my mouth for some that would be disgusting, for me is a sign of a fight and gets my adrenaline flowing even harder, with your arm locked under my pit, and exposing your side, I keep you on top of me and my free arm slams a hard punch into your floating ribs on your side, and again. "Fuck you man." I grab the collar of your shirt, ripping it some, your sweat dripping on me, trying to pulling you into me while I arch my back and flip you on the side, I can feel the cold frozen ground on my back.
15:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My fist hits Handri's jaw full on, and does some more damage, I can see a bit of blood dripping out of his mouth. That lights a fire inside me. Grunting, Handri lifts up his left fist, and smashes it into my ribs, once, then twice. FUCK FUCK... Handri is one hell of a strong bastard, and my ribs, already sore from those muay thai knees he smashed into them earlier, explode in deep pain from those fists. I nearly lost my balance. I'm going to have a savage bruise there. And if he keeps targeting my ribs, he might even crack one, he sure as hell is strong enough.
15:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, he reaches up to grab my shirt collar as I'm fighting to keep my balance, gasping from the pain in my side. My shirt rips right down the middle, exposing my bare, sweaty, steel-muscled chest. But.. when Handri lifted his free arm up to punch me and grab my collar, my own right arm became free. Now, with both arms free, I plant them hard onto the freezing concrete floor, blocking his attempt to flip me off him. Grunting, still on top of the powerfully muscled Czech soldier, I retaliate. I lift my right knee up in the air, and bring it crashing down into Handri's ribs on the left side, the same ones I worked over earlier, my weight and top position adding extra power and damage to the knee strike.
15:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: With his right bicep still getting drilled and pinned by my left knee, once again, I target the Czech's jaw, smashing my left fist mercilessly into Handri's handsome, bruised and battered jaw yet again, knowing that the repeated hard, heavy blows to the tough Czech's jaw are really going to fuck him up.
15:14 Handri: I can smell the sweat of both of us dripping on each other, this fucker has got me pinned and no matter how hard I’m trying to fuck his ribs and hit his core his position is taking the advantage, if he was a real enemy i would grab his arm and lock his elbow, going for a break but this is not about killing each other, its about gaining respect, its about taking our frustration out on each other, his punches are rocking my face, I can taste more blood dripping down, my busted lips. "Fuck you!" I plant my foot hard on the ground, my head spinning some from the hard punches, plant my foot hard on the ground and arch back, raise my hips at the same time as my free arm swings hard at his chin right above me and I manage to roll him off....
15:17 Handri: My arm is sore and my biceps are sore and I am breathing hard, dazed, I can’t keep fighting. I need a moment, as I lay on my back to catch my breath and spit some blood on the concrete frozen ground, my movements are slower now after his punches, I need a sec to put myself together and start slowly rolling on my side, he definitely is a great fighter and I have to say this is not gonna end up good for me, I wipe some blood from my lips and lay on the floor, watching the frozen ceiling on top of me.
15:23 Corporal_Sam_Mason: To an outsider who didn't know better, they would think we are really trying to kill each other. But if he were my enemy, instead of punching him in the jaw, I'd drive the blade of my hand into his adam's apple and go for the kill. But we both knew there was a line that neither of us would cross. This fight was about respect. I smashed my fist to his jaw again, and felt his body spasm from the impact. My chest was heaving, when he showed me again how fucking good he was. He planted his foot, and heaved, catching me off balance as I was cocking my fist for another blow, and throwing his left fist into my jaw as he threw me. FUCK... My turn to see stars as I knocked off him, seeing more lights flashing inside my skull. If I hadn't been able to roll with that punch, I might have been knocked out.
15:25 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lay on the frozen concrete for a few moments, breathing heavily, some blood staining my chin. My t-shirt was torn, and as I forced myself up to my feet, I simply ripped the remnants of my torn shirt off, revealing my combat-forged hard-muscled, sweat covered torso. There was already some bruising visible, on my right side ribs and across my abs.
15:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I had managed to get up before Handri did though, thanks to the punishment I unloaded on his jaw. And I didn't hesitate to go back on the attack, despite the battering I had taken. He was laying on his back, breathing heavy, when with a grunt, "Fuck you Handri!" I snarled, and dropped my knee directly in the pit of his gut, looking to hurt his abs, and blast the air out of his lungs. As my knee smashed down into his abs, once again, I fired my left fist directly towards his jaw at the same time. I was relentless.
15:37 Handri: My body is covered in sweat and its weird cause I can feel the frozen ground on my back and my chest and core is totally covered in sweat, as I’m breathing hard "Fuck you Sam, this is not over." I take a deep breath and curl up my legs, one thing I learn in the military, its not over until is over and this fight is not over, my lips are badly bruised, a river of blood dripping down my face and somehow dripping on my chest, I tense my core and I can feel a sharp pain in my ribs, I fight the pain. I’m about to stand up when NHFFFF, fuck....son of a bitch, my hands goes high to my face to protect my face, my most vulnerable part, I almost wanna throw up, fuckkk , still your blow rocks my head. I swing a wide punch into your side holding my breath, but my response is slower, I grab your arm, pulling you into me, clinch with you, chest to chest, trying to buy some time, fuck this motherfucker is good, strong
15:39 Handri: Despite the long fight he is not slowing down, trying to lock your arm and pull you into me, get you off my abs, but i am breathing hard, clinched on the ground, breathing over your shoulder, a small jab to your side to keep you on me, both shirtless and we share our sweat , closing my eyes to fight the pain.
15:44 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I train hard, and often, and my endurance is enormous. But this battle is taking its toll on me, big time. Handri is a strong fucker, and those blows he's dished out to my ribs and abs have left their mark. But I'm in slightly better shape than he is. I can tell my knee drop to his abs really wrecks him, and even though he manages to partially block my fist to his face, I still hit him hard. He targets my sore ribs with another shot, and my body spasms, and I let out a grunt of agony. Fuck that hurt like a bitch... Stuns me, but I can tell the blow isn't as powerful as when we first started. But the blow gives him the opening he needs to pull my heaving, sweating chest down on top of his body. Fuck... he's really chiseled, his muscles feel incredible against my own steel-cut beef.
15:53 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Handri clinches me up, his arms wrapping around my back. There is a strange kind of intimacy about this position, and I can feel Handri's chest heaving for air beneath me. The aggression is all mixed up now with how good his body feels. But I stay focused, and as Handri lifts his hand to pound my side again, I make my move. I'm not as fast as I was at the start, exhaustion is really starting to sink in, but my movements are precise, and fluid. I swing my body off to the side, rotating in place on his chest, switching to a side mount. I drop my legs on top of his left arm, tangling his arm up in my legs. I reach down with my right hand, breathing and sweating heavy, to seize Handri's right wrist, grunting as I pin it down to the concrete, then I lift up my left elbow, and swing it down, smashing it directly into Handri's jaw once more, while both of his arms are tangled up and unable to guard his face.
15:59 Handri: When I got into my first fight I was nothing but a kid and there was this older and bigger kid, he beat me badly. I was crushed, physically and morally but my dad told me that no matter how bad it is, you always have a chance to get better and you always have a chance to get back at him, I’m not afraid to fight, I’m not afraid to lose, I am afraid that I don't put all I have into a fight. He won, fair and square, doesn't that make him not a fucking asshole? I still don't like him but he has my respect. This English bastard is not a paper pusher, he is a real soldier and a real fighter, who knows, maybe we can even be friends....
16:02 Handri: His fist rocks my hard jaw again and I can taste fresh blood in my mouth, his sweat dripping on my chest, breathing hard, exhausted looking at you "Ok...man...enough " I spit some blood on the floor. "You got this." I’m laying under you, dazed, my head spinning, not fighting back, I don't have much strength left yt
16:05 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Grunting, I feel Handri's jaw get rocked by my heavy blow. I'm preparing to throw another one, even though I'm on the verge of exhaustion myself, I won't fucking back down. Then, suddenly, Handri turns to me and concedes the fight. I let my arm drop, and for a moment, I just let myself slump on top of him, my chest on his, my head resting right over his heart, I can hear his heart pounding.
16:06 Corporal_Sam_Mason: His left arm is all tangled up in my legs, his bicep right up against my crotch. Suddenly, I realize that my cock is rock hard, and there is no way that Handri won't notice. But I really don't give a fuck right now. It often happens to me when I fight. Let him make of it what he wants.
16:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Most of the antagonism and anger that I had felt about Handri was drained away now as I lay there, breathing hard on top of him. I'd proven my point. He knew I wasn't someone to fuck with and shit on. And to be fair, neither was Handri. He had proven to me how tough he was, skilled, strong, a powerful, elite fighter.
16:09 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I had a lot more respect for him now then I did before the fight. I could even see him being a mate, as long as he dropped the fucking attitude. I don't know how much time passed as I lay on top of him in that position, before suddenly I worked my way up to my feet.
16:10 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I winced, as I looked down at the thick, dark bruises covering my ribs and abs. Handri was one strong bastard. Then, I reached down, holding out my right hand, offering to Handri, to help him up. I didn't say anything, but the grin on my face was friendly, not mocking.
16:22 Handri: I'm not sure how long it's been, I feel my face hurt. My lips are swollen and I still feel the acid taste of blood on my gums. A part of me joined the military because I always wanted to go beyond my limits. There is a sense that is difficult to explain, almost an eroticism between males who share a moment that only a few can understand. I felt Sam was hard, I don't think it's due to anything else but only that sense that, as I said, distinguishes real fighters.
16:23 Handri: I look at Sam with a sense of challenge, but different from before. We both know that now things have changed, respect, honor and maybe even friendship, the sense of challenge takes on a different value than before. We both know that maybe there will be other fights, but different, with a spirit of unity. I stand up and feel my body aching, my back, my ribs. Weird but I like this feeling. It makes me feel like a man, it makes me feel like a soldier.
16:23 Handri: I look at Sam and I almost smile "If you think it ends here you are very wrong, however I must say that even if you are an Englishman, you can fight, but you remain an asshole." I smile and instinctively hug him, a pat on the sweaty back.
16:28 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I help Handri up, noticing the small pool of blood on the concrete beneath his head, where it's been leaking out of his mouth. I wipe my hand across my face,and it's red with my own blood. I look Handri in the eye, we've both beaten the fuck out of each other, and even though I won, that wasn't as important as the respect we'd developed for each other. He doesn't say a word about my boner, and that's fine with me. I'm glad he's okay with it, because I'd hate to have to beat him up again. It's something that happens when I fight. There is an eroticism to fighting that is hard to explain. Yeah, I'm into guys exclusively, but the eroticism I feel when I fight is not quite the same feeling.
16:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He lets off another crack, but for some reason, it doesn't irritate me like it did before. There is a tentative bond between us now, a bond of respect and comradeship. He could even maybe become a mate. I pull him against me, wincing slightly as my bruised ribs complain, but I treasure the ache, the pain, it's a reminder of how hard I pushed myself, of how hard Handri pushed me. And I love to be pushed past my limits. It's why I'm a soldier, why I joined the SAS.
16:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I give him a good squeeze, not settling for a pat on the back. That's just how I am. Then, I let him go. "This is just the beginning, you bastard. We both know it. You are pretty tough yourself, for a Czech. Now... about those jobs ... I was gonna make you do them all by yourself, but hell, if I sat around on my ass, I'd freeze to death. So in the interest of not having my balls frozen off, I might as well help you."
16:48 Handri: "I guess, you're lucky" and without saying a word, I pick up the phone while you watch me texting. Handri doesn't say a word, but he notices a sense of confusion and curiosity. He puts down the phone and takes some water and tosses it to you. "It will be time to cover up or you will freeze to death." A few minutes later your phone rings with a message. It's the sergeant as usual
16:49 Mateusz_Kacper: “I'm glad the kids enjoyed playing gladiators. Now you understand the spirit of this mission perhaps. Go to the village and give the USB stick to Captain Urish as I instructed Handri, enjoy the view of the lake and tomorrow morning a van will take you back to the base. Maybe there's even a coffee waiting for you”
16:49 Mateusz_Kacper: There had never been an order to fix the communications tower, much less to fix the military vehicles that haven't been around for years. It was really just a way for Handri and Sam to respect each other, and what better way than to send them to such a place? The seaman knew it, and I had no doubts that it would only be a matter of hours.
16:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit back, taking a sip of water. Suddenly, I start to shiver just a bit, my bare, hard-muscled torso cooling off. Now that we are done fighting, I'm starting to feel the cold. I watch curiously as Handri sends a text. I look at the torn shreds of my t-shirt on the ground. "You owe me a shirt asshole." But my tone is friendly.
16:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I head over to my duffel bag and rifle around in it until I get a spare t-shirt. I slip it on over my head, and then shrug my heavy coat on. Just then, my phone pings. Curious, I read the message. It's from Sergeant Kacper. I start to laugh, the sound of my laughter echoing across the ice-encrusted area in front of the bunker. I head back into the bunker, shaking my head.
16:37 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lean against the wall giving Handri a twisted half-smile. "Sergeant Kacper set us up. He is a proper bastard. But he knows his job." I laugh again. Fuck that Polish bastard. "Let's not hang around this shithole any longer than. It's a great day for a hike. Let's go meet Captain Urish."
17:15 Handri: "Why didn't you know?" Hendri takes a bottle of water from the bag, still breathing heavily. With his arm he wipes the blood from his lips and spits on the ground. "It has always been like this, I have been working with him for almost two years and I have never seen the sergeant be irrational, he has always done everything in a calculated way, perhaps too much." I look at the message that has also reached me on the phone that says "Now that the children have been fighting over their favorite toy, do you want to give the drive to the captain or do I have to send someone who can do their job?"
17:15 Handri: Handri hands you the phone "Read" he says. Then he looks at your t-shirt "No problem, I'll buy you 10 more of those t-shirts from the discount store where you bought them, asshole." He playfully punches your chest, "For being an Englishman, you can fight." He smiles. It's freezing cold inside, if the chimney is clogged with ice and debris, it will be impossible to light the fire tonight, we should try to find a solution to try to tame tonight.
17:16 Handri: Captain Urish has been an acquaintance for years, the intelligence service uses him as he is in command of this small police station. Seemingly insignificant, being a police station in a small town 5 kilometers from the base, it is actually a strategic point. The only road that cuts across the lake to the west, and anyone trying to get in has to go through it. In the last 5 years, NATO has financed this small police station with cutting-edge technology, motion sensors, infrared rays, night vision cameras, silent drones, in practice, even though it’s not official, it has become an advanced eye of intelligence.
17:16 Handri: "It's 5 kilometers on foot, shall we go?" Handri takes a shirt from his bag, puts on his heavy jacket. "Anyway, don't think it's over, I'm still not sure if I like you or not." He gives you a small smile before leaving the bunker. This is how problems are solved in my house, thinks Handri, or at least we try. All in all it doesn't look all that bad, even if he's still not convinced.
17:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I take the phone from Handri, curious. "Why should I know? I only met him two days ago." I read the message he wrote, and I started to laugh. "I might have only met that bastard two days ago, but I can already tell you that is him. He is such an asshole." But I'm laughing as I give the phone back to Handri. Once again, at the mention of the Sarge, my mind flashes back to that kiss. Fuck. I can't get it out of my head.
17:29 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I pretend to wince in pain as Handri punches me, "Easy there tiger, I'm just a delicate, fragile Englishman. You might break me." I use the rags of my torn t-shirt to clean the blood off my face. Then, ready, I nod. "Let's go." I follow Handri out of the bunker, and look out at the landscape, covered in ice and snow, the lake a rough sheet of ice, the sun reflecting off the surface. It was actually breathtakingly beautiful. I start to follow Handri, "Hell no this isn't over. You are still walking on thin ice with me, you Czech bastard. Don't think i won't hesitate to give you another beating you step out of line with me." I grin at him. Suddenly, the weekend had transformed from something to be dreaded to something to be enjoyed.
17:35 Handri: "Not expecting anything less from a fragile Englishman, Be careful not to fall in the lake." Handri smirks as they walk through the low bushes and vegetation. Of course there are no cars or military vans ready to take the two soldiers to their destination. And this is the reason why, so they can't be seen. The Ukraine Mafia are not stupid, if on one side Nato provides a bunch of tech toys, on the other side the Mafia doesn't stay there and wait to get fucked in their ass, they have eyes too, they have the people, lots of people on their books, and you can't be careful enough about who you meet and who sees you. 45 Minutes later the drive was left in a small box in what was supposed to be a convenience store.

Published: 2021-12-18, viewed 54 times.