General waifu story

Anon stared at the elven village through his binoculars. There was word of a weapons stash somewhere in there for the enemy army. Anon and his squad had been tasked with dealing with the issue before the rest of his army advanced to the village, the last thing they needed was being gunned down from behind by a farmer with a machine gun. Anon normally wouldn't have undertaken a morally dubious mission like this, but it was the General asking, so he went along with it. He had served under the general for about a year now, and she had been an excellent commander. She led from the front, knew how to handle a gun and did her best to keep her men alive. Anon and each of his squad mates had a bandoleer of incendiary grenades, while it was only meant as a last resort. Anon had decided that the village was far too dangerous to simply walk into and ask about the weapons. Too many windows, hiding places and wide open spaces. So, he and his squadmates would surround the village and start throwing the grenades at hay bales, houses and any other flammable structure that looked like it could conceal a partisan fighter. They got into position and waited for nightfall, they would have to get the job done quickly, the army was scheduled to make it here the next morning. Anon gave the signal by throwing the first grenade into a storage shed, setting alight the building and sending flames into the sky for his comrades to see. Anon saw fires break out on the other side of the village and began to expend his other grenades. It was only a minute before the screaming began. As people woke up to everything on fire, anon drew out his submachine gun. As if on queue, a door in front of him burst open, a group of armed Elves piled out. Anon unloaded his weapon into the group before they could notice him. He ran down a side street, throwing a grenade through a window as he went. At this point, most of the village was on fire, it was now a matter of finishing the job. He reloaded his gun, and peeked out of the side street, looking for his squadmates. Gunshots rang out across the village as his squadmates engaged the villagers. He ran towards the nearest source of gunfire, shooting anyone who crossed his path. He found one of his squad pinned down by a group of armed villagers. Anon threw a grenade at them from behind, the grenade exploded and fire engulfed the group. He shot them all while they were distracted, the panicked screams cut short by the bark of his submachine gun.

The night continued on like this for hours, the roar of gunfire being drowned out the roar of normal fire as the village burned and the villagers were killed. A few lucky shots from the villagers hit one of his men every now and then. As the sun rose over the smoldering ruins, Anon was alone.


A couple hours after sunrise, Anon heard engines approaching. He slammed his last magazine into this gun and huddled down in the charcoal remnants of a shack. His calloused trigger finger rested in position, ready for whatever came at him. He saw the truck approach, and saw his nation’s markings on the doors. Relieved, he stood and tried to dust his blackened uniform off. He sat down next to a ruin at the edge of the village, watching the trucks and tanks pass by. A few trucks at the head of the column drive off the main road to where Anon was sitting. He wearily watched them approach, squinting through the soot that fell from his hair into his eyes. He didn’t call out to them, his throat felt like it was made of razors from the smoke inhalation. He didn’t even have the strength to stand up. The trucks stopped and the occupants disembarked. There were a few infantrymen, a NCO or two and the general herself. The General was tall for a woman, and in her boots made her just a little taller than Anon. She kept her black hair fairly short, only letting it grow to just below her ears. She had an intimidating face with piercing blue eyes. She is one of those people whose looks exactly match their profession.  Anon desperately tried to make himself presentable, shedding a cloud of ash, but his uniform and face remained a soot blackened mess. Anon watched as the General and the other soldiers admired his handiwork, once strong wooden beams now crumbled to ash as the general kicked it. The charred corpses of all sizes, clutching melted guns or charred keepsakes. The General gave orders to the soldiers and walked over to anon. She sat down beside him, her eyes facing forwards.


“Next time, you should use gas. That way you can use it as cover to move up, and you can shoot or get them with grenades while they’re choking” she said.


Anon wasn’t sure what he expected her to say, but war crimes advice was definitely unexpected.


“I’ll keep it in mind” he croaked, giving the best smile he could muster.


The General turned to him and smiled. She placed a hand on his head and ruffled his hair.


“You did a great job, I just hope you didn’t blow everything you have on this little village.” she said with a wink.


“Thank you ma’am, I've still got a lot of fight left in me” anon said, the general’s touch making him feel a little better.


The General then stood and helped anon to his feet. She guided him over to one of the trucks and told him he could rest in the back until they set up that night camp. She handed him a water canteen and pointed to a stack of fresh uniforms in the truck and suggested he change out of his sooty one before he was mistaken for a tank crewman. She helped anon up onto the bed of the truck and left him to get changed in peace.

Now in a clean uniform, he saw a stack of field blankets that was looking really comfy. The General did say he could rest there, and he took that offer, flopping down onto the blankets and passing out almost immediately. Anon dreamed of fire, screams and having his head pat.



Chapter 2

Enemy MG nest


Anon was cleaning his submachine gun, keeping careful track of the springs and small parts so he wouldn’t have to go and be chewed out by the armament engineer again. He had been kept in the camp for two days as the advance force kept pushing forwards. He had got a commendation for his effort in the village before, especially seeing as they did actually find a stockpile of weapons. He has also met the General patrolling around his section of the camp a bit more than usual. He had just finished reassembling his weapon when the General came around on another patrol. She spotted him and strode over.
She had a new mission for him. He was to be a part of the relief force for the current advance party, and there was word of a enemy defensive line not far away. It was his job to clear the way as part of the relief.

"Yes ma'am, i'll do my best" Anon nodded

"I hope you wont leave me disappointed" she said with a half smile.

She continued on with her patrol. He realised the other day was the first time he'd seen the General smile.  Anon liked her smile. He wanted to see it more. He bet that if he did well taking out the defensive line, he'd get to see it again. He stood and walked over to where the relief force was getting together.

A few hours later, Anon was facing down the enemy defensive line. It looked pretty formidable. It was a stretch of trenches and MG nests bottlenecking a long, straight stretch of road. The tree line that he was hiding in had been cut back to give less cover to oncoming traffic. Anon had taken the general's advice, and convinced the artillery boys to give him a gas bombarbment. He and the others had thier gas masks on and ready. He checked his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. Thirty seconds before the bombardment was due to begin. He waited the thirty seconds, then another. Just as he began to question if the bombarment would come. Then he heard a thundering in the distance, and clouds of gas erupted in and around the enemy trenches.

Anon immediately charged while he knew the enemy would be distracted. He made i to a blind spot just at the base of the dirt fortification of the trenches before the machine guns started firing. They didn’t seem to have a target, they just knew the enemy was somewhere in front of them. The tracers danced across the field like shooting stars. He caught his breath for a second before dumping a couple of grenades into the trench. He heard some panicked screams before a tide of dirt erupted from the explosion and spilled over him. He leapt over into the trench. There was nobody in that section of trench anymore, but there was a mg nest built into the side. He rounded the corner, gunning down the two machine gun operators that occupied the nest. He began to move on, but the machine gun caught his eye, and his heart was filled with avarice. After scrounging a bunch of ammo belts and draping them over his shoulder, he took up the machine gun and set about his task. He marched down the zig-zagging trench line, machine gun at the ready. He peeked around another corner to see a group of gas-choking soldiers running his way. He heaved his weapon into position, holding it against the wall to keep it steady. The soldiers had enough time to look suprised before Anon unleashed the maelstrom of lead into the crowd. He watched as thier forms were rent as impact after impact pirced thier bodies and chunks of flesh sprayed out of exit wounds. Some men had limbs cut off or were bisected entirely from the sheer volume of ammunition the machine gun put down the narrow trench. It was over in a moment, and the soldiers all lay dead or dying on the dirt floor. Not taking any chances, anon checked the corpse pile for survivors with a grenade. Now it was if the world laziest painter had attempted to give the walls a nice red coat, but gave up halfway through.
“Now look, you’ve got blood all over my nice boots” He sighed to the sludgy gore that now inhabited the floor.
He fumbled with reloading the belt, realising that there was a reason that there were meant to be two people operating this weapon. Nevertheless, he pushed forth, his mask never betraying a hint of emotion as he gunned down men as they choked on the gas or struggled with their gas masks. Anon expected he was nearly at the end of the trench. He began to round a corner into a machine gun nest when a huge hand grabbed the barrel of his machine gun. Anon panicked and jammed down the trigger, Wildly firing the weapon. Despite this the hand held fast to the barrel, holding it away from the huge man's body as he stepped into the trench. Anon expertly recognised the man as an Oni through his horns and red skin. The Oni crushed the barrel of the machine gun, rendering it useless. Anon had just enough time to reconsider his decisions up to this point before the Oni kicked him in the chest. Anon fell to the ground, the machine gun wrenched from his hands. Anon didn’t have time to register the pain as he fumbled for his sidearm. The Oni balled his fists, cracking his knuckles as he stormed over to Anon. Before Anon could get his pistol, the oni grabbed a hold of his leg and lifted him up by it. Anon was slammed into the wall of the trench. His padded uniform softened the blow slightly, but it still felt as if he’d been broken in half.
Anon thought he might not see the general smile again after all, or again at all. That was his own fault, getting ahead of himself. His arms fell to his sides, but his hands found his exact way out of this mess. He realised that the blow had broken open his holster. He quickly drew his pistol and kneecapped the Oni. he roared in pain and dropped to one knee, just in time for anon to blow out his other knee. Anon stood up, every atom of his being screaming with the strain.
"Christ, you Onis are fucking tough." Anon spat, standing out of his arms reach.
Anon shot both of his arms too.
"But i dont enough bullets to put you down properly do i? Thick bones, tough skin and all that."
Anon punched the crippled Oni in the face. He pulled the pin on his last grenade, dropping it to the floor. He grabbed the oni's hair and slammed him down on top of the grenade. Anon limped a short distance away to admire the spectacle. The oni's chest erupted in a fountain of red. Anon collapsed against the side of the trench. He fiddled with his holster, whoever decided that luger holster should have fucking belt buckles to secure them should be shot. Anon saw a couple of his men running down the trench before his vision faded to black.

Anon's eyes opened. When he tried to move, his muscles screamed in agony and he fell back.  A hand gently pressed down on his forehead.
“It’s alright, you can rest now” the general whispered, slowly stroking his hair
Her hand felt warm. His eyes figured out how to focus properly and he got a good look around. He was on a bench in the back of a truck and his head was resting in the general’s lap. His wounds seemed to have been patched up, and he could feel in his bones that some healing magic had been used on him.
“Did we win, General?” croaked painfully
“Yes Anon, we did. The defensive line was broken, and you killed the enemy commander.”
Anon sighed with relief. She rested her other hand on anon’s chest.
Anon looked up and saw the General smiling down at him. Her eyes were shining. Was she proud of him? He hoped so. They remained wordless for a while while anon enjoyed being pat and the warmth of her hands
“I have an idea, and i’d be very happy if you could help me with it”
Anon nodded. She hugged anon’s head close. His head was now pressed between her legs stomach and arms. It was a feeling he'd describe as ‘peak comfy’, his pain and the biting cold of the wind seemed to melt away.
“Thank you, i’ll talk about it later, once you’re healed”
Anon silently nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep as the general held him.