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Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.
You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.
In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.
After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.
‘1337.’
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Guidance - Book One by sirenwaters
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
08 Jan 2025
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You became affixed as Dok pointed his blaster at the cloaked figure and aimed down his sights. His shot rounded off and it was as if you were watching it in slow motion. The force user easily dismissed it with a swing of his blood-red saber and you panicked as it directly headed for Dok.
Oh no.
You said to yourself. As if you were possessed, you reached out with your hand and focused. The force flooded over you, filling your senses and sharpening your mind.
The bolt stopped just short of his face, he looked at it closely before coming out of his shock and scrambling to the side of the building.
You turned your attention back to the menacing force user and felt fear take hold of your mind.
He was staring right at you.