***This Chapter has alot I wouldn't normally type but, I feel as though I will see alot of weird people commenting. I'm talking about you velmadamoncrack***
Hereford Base; Helipad
Derek POV
You were finally back at base, and the first thing you did was you plopped down on the couch and let your head hang on the wall of the couch.
Derek: Oh man I missed you couch.
Mickey: Dude, we've been gone for not even a day.
Derek: What can I say, I like being comfy.
NATO: You also like running out of ammo.
Derek: Listen that wasn't my fucking fault.
Bulldog: *laughs* Maybe if you decided not to stay alone, you wouldn't have. Couldve spared more clips for the final fight.
Derek: Whatever, if you dont mind me, I have a song to finish writing.
Mickey: Another one?
Derek: Yes another one, and be greatful, its about you guys.
The room went silent.
Bulldog: Did my heart just skip a beat?
Demo: Huh, the LT. Actually thought of us for once, thats a first.
Derek: Alright you can go fuck yourself.
Demo: Maybe I will, haven't squeezed one out in 2 weeks because you decided to keep sending us on missions.
Derek: Ok, I didn't need to know that.
Demo: Just go work on your song.
Derek: Well what do you think I was doing.
You suddenly felt something buzz in your pocket and took out your phone. A random number texted you.
Derek: What the fuck?
Mickey: What.
Derek: I just got a random text, and all it says is embrace Monke.
Derek: What Monke am I embracing and why am I scared.
Random Number: M O N K E
Derek: But what does Monke have to do with anything.
RN: MO N K E
Derek: What do you want.
RN: M O N K E
Derek: ...
RN: ....
Derek: Dont you dare.
RN: You guessed it... M O N K E
Derek: What does a monke have to do with any of this.
RN: Brother..... M O N K E
Derek: I will give you a M O N K E
RN: M O N K E
Derek: Bruv, I will get you a fucking M O N K E
RN: *retarded monkey noises*
Derek: What the fuck?
Mickey: Did he just caption a noise?
Derek: Yea, but what the fuck is a retarded monkey noise... how do you even make that kind of noise.
Mickey: How should I know.
Derek: I want to shoot myself.
RN: Do it pussy.
Derek: I'll go grab my glock right now bitch.
RN: Oh shit....
RN: Normie....
RN: Imagine using a glock.
Derek: How does a glock and 6 m9s sound.
RN: I use my custom pepsi Mig-24.
You decided to just block the number after that.
Derek: This world is full of weirdos.
Mickey: So how long is this song gonna take you.
Derek: Shouldnt take long, maybe a few hours, I already have everything recorded, just need lyrics.
Patch: Wait, what?
Derek: What, I like to know the rhythm and beat first before I start writing lyrics.
Patch: You do you I guess.
You walked into your room and closed the door. You grabbed some pieces of paper and started to brainstorm lyrics.
Timeskip 3 hours
You were almost finished the lyrics so you decided to go over some of the lyrics.
Derek: "Its time to strap our boots on, this is the perfect day to die. Wipe the blood out of our eyes. In this life there's no surrender. There's nothing left for us to do, find the strength to see this through. We are the ones who will never be broken, with our final breath, we'll fight to the death, we are soldiers, wear soldiers"
You finished the rest of the lyrics and stood up from your desk. You grabbed the lyrics and headed out of your dorm. While walking through the halls towards your little studio, you were singing an appropriate song.
Derek: Everywhere I go, bitches always know, that Charlie scene has got a weenie that he likes to show.
You opened the doors into the cafeteria and walked over to Mickey. Still singing the song.
Derek: Wake up, grab beer, grab rear, shave beard. Put on some scene gear.
NATO: Not this again.
Derek: Gotta get drunk before my mom wakes up.
Mickey: Shes dead.
Derek: Break up with my girlfriend so I can bang sluts.
Bulldog: Shes also dead.
Derek: That was just low.
Mickwy: Oh hey, it shut him up.
Derek: Bitch, you're just jealous that I have a voice.
Mickey: Bitch you're just jealous because my girlfriend has been alive long enough to become my Fíance.
You were walking into the studio as you turned around and flipped Mickey off.
Derek: *sarcastic* Ahahah
You closed the door of the studio and put the lyrics on the stand. You set up everything and started playing all of the instruments from your previous recording. *I don't have a studio nor play instruments so whatever, fuck it*
Derek: Should I post a tease on tiktok... ah fuck it why not.
You took out your phone and put it on the stand, you opened up tiktok and you already knew you made a mistake since you noticed Grizzy hasn't posted anything on it, but you already had 100k followers.
Derek: What the fuck Grizzy.
You decided to just make your profile pic of you and your squad when you were first enlisted. It brought back memories of you all sitting in that photo, including Stone and Sphinx, all covering your faces while wearing full gear. You changed your bio aswell being vague.
Went from funny moments, to shooting people, oh how my life has taken a sudden turn.
You went to take a 15 second video and put the counter on for 3 seconds, once it started you began to play almost halfway through the song. Your mask was still on.
Derek: I stand here right beside you, tonight we're fighting for our lives. Let me hear your battle cry.
You posted the video with no hashtags and put your phone and began to finish recording your voice. You took off your balaclava and started playing your recording as you looked at the lyrics.
Timeskip 30 minutes
You felt everything has come together and you gave it one last listen.
Derek: Oh yea, its ready to be posted onto Spotify. Might aswell post it on my channel aswell.
You uploaded the song on Spotify and then went to YouTube and uploaded the song. Titling "Soldiers by Colt"
You put on your balaclava and exited the studio. You walked over to your squads table and sat down.
Mickey: Have fun?
Derek: Oh yea, I already have another song in the making.
Bulldog: Already?
Derek: I have alot of time.
Patch: You already have lyrics ready?
Derek: Oh yea. *clear throat* Six feet from the bottom, I'm drowning in the water, we'll reach the air that keeps me here. Or will i be forgotten.
NATO: that sounds good.
Derek: Theres more. I added a twist.
Demo: Lets hear it.
You stood up and suddenly all eyes were on you. Which you didn't like but ignored.
Derek: I close my eyes, frozen inside of my mind. I know I swim and I live, I know I don't and I die. I'm hoping that I survive 'cause at this moment in life I got the shiver within thats growing colder with time.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see TheDooo.
TheDooo: I see your musical taste never died.
Derek: *laughs* My music never dies.
TheDooo: Thats good, should do what I do.
Derek: What do you do.
TheDooo: Sound like a girl and go on Omegle.
Derek: .... no.
TheDooo: Well, I tried....
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