Jasmine watched the male walking through the cafeteria her eyes falling square on the smaller more rookie female In terms of being locked away like this.Also to the males drooling over her,she was about to stand up herself starting to get up.When she saw the other man strike the man exactly beside the young girl quite swiftly,an entertained grin played over her face.It wasn't enough to impress Jasmine of frighten her, as little most likely nothing truly frightened the woman.But it did warrant a good chuckle from her as she sat back down,crossing her muscular tattooed arms over her breasts.
Jasmine drifted off herself arms crossed legs spread open in the jump suit pants it didn't matter nothing was exposed.She dared someone to try her, she welcomed the idea into her head subconsciously.So that she could make a fool of someone and also an example of them,by putting them in rather horrid pain.
Jasmine drifted into her own memories she felt the desert heat and the dry cracking earth under her boots.As well as the thunderous roar of a US battle tank rolling by,just a mile outside a highly terrorist controlled city.Jasmine was there at least in her mind she remembered the day well the mounting anticipation of the invasion of the city.At this point Jasmine didn't care who she killed and these terrorists made hella good targets for her agression.She recalled the nickname her squad gave her the nickname of punisher,due to her typical overly brutal tactics in combat.As well as her crazed blood lusted insanity,such as charging head on into enemy positions and armor alone.She sat there out side the town huddled up with her five man marine squad not including her.She was the only female in the entire regiment,she had worked hard to earn her respect from her fellow soilders.Jasmine was with the 23rd regiment supported by the 32nd cavalry division,Jasmine was to be one of the first squads inside the city.Clearing anti tank personnel enemy machine gun nests and mines,for armored support and the rest of the troops to enter the city with more safety.
Jasmine snapped out of her memories interrupted by the loud squabble of nearby men over food or something or another.Jasmine looked over at the two yelling males and shook her head as the guards quickly came over, dragging the men away putting an end to the aggressions between them.She didn't go back to her memories she figured it didn't really matter,all that mattered now was the here and now and how she'd exit this hell hole.
Jasmine looked back to the smaller more rookie girl and stood up walking across the cafeteria towards the girl.Pushing past anyone in her way,not giving a fuck who they were or how big they thought they were.She reached the table and the now empty place the male that had been attacked once occupied.Jasmine sat down and shot a angry warning glare at the other men,whom were previously molesting the young girl with their eyes.The men promptly left after the glare begrudgingly but wisely on their end.Weather or not it was from her glare or their own boredom Jasmine didn't care,she would have been plenty glad to back up her look to the group if they had stayed.
Jasmine looked at the young girl her own muscular tattooed arms laying on the table unlike the men and others here her tattoos were clearly professional and quality works.She cleared her throat and stared the girl down speaking in an abrasive obviously aggressive but not necessarily directed at the girl sort of tone. "Hey girl you know those fucks were getting ready to snatch you up like a fucking lion to a baby deer right?" She looked at her awaiting an answer from the girl,she didn't doubt the girls sinisterness or ability she was positive the girl had one otherwise she wouldn't be here.But the girl was physically weak and that was just a fact,in here and really any prison you had to be strong or have a weapon.Jasmine had no real morals but she hated seeing pigs try to get young girls,it made her sick and she'd kill if she ever saw it happen no questions asked.
Jasmine drifted off herself arms crossed legs spread open in the jump suit pants it didn't matter nothing was exposed.She dared someone to try her, she welcomed the idea into her head subconsciously.So that she could make a fool of someone and also an example of them,by putting them in rather horrid pain.
Jasmine drifted into her own memories she felt the desert heat and the dry cracking earth under her boots.As well as the thunderous roar of a US battle tank rolling by,just a mile outside a highly terrorist controlled city.Jasmine was there at least in her mind she remembered the day well the mounting anticipation of the invasion of the city.At this point Jasmine didn't care who she killed and these terrorists made hella good targets for her agression.She recalled the nickname her squad gave her the nickname of punisher,due to her typical overly brutal tactics in combat.As well as her crazed blood lusted insanity,such as charging head on into enemy positions and armor alone.She sat there out side the town huddled up with her five man marine squad not including her.She was the only female in the entire regiment,she had worked hard to earn her respect from her fellow soilders.Jasmine was with the 23rd regiment supported by the 32nd cavalry division,Jasmine was to be one of the first squads inside the city.Clearing anti tank personnel enemy machine gun nests and mines,for armored support and the rest of the troops to enter the city with more safety.
Jasmine snapped out of her memories interrupted by the loud squabble of nearby men over food or something or another.Jasmine looked over at the two yelling males and shook her head as the guards quickly came over, dragging the men away putting an end to the aggressions between them.She didn't go back to her memories she figured it didn't really matter,all that mattered now was the here and now and how she'd exit this hell hole.
Jasmine looked back to the smaller more rookie girl and stood up walking across the cafeteria towards the girl.Pushing past anyone in her way,not giving a fuck who they were or how big they thought they were.She reached the table and the now empty place the male that had been attacked once occupied.Jasmine sat down and shot a angry warning glare at the other men,whom were previously molesting the young girl with their eyes.The men promptly left after the glare begrudgingly but wisely on their end.Weather or not it was from her glare or their own boredom Jasmine didn't care,she would have been plenty glad to back up her look to the group if they had stayed.
Jasmine looked at the young girl her own muscular tattooed arms laying on the table unlike the men and others here her tattoos were clearly professional and quality works.She cleared her throat and stared the girl down speaking in an abrasive obviously aggressive but not necessarily directed at the girl sort of tone. "Hey girl you know those fucks were getting ready to snatch you up like a fucking lion to a baby deer right?" She looked at her awaiting an answer from the girl,she didn't doubt the girls sinisterness or ability she was positive the girl had one otherwise she wouldn't be here.But the girl was physically weak and that was just a fact,in here and really any prison you had to be strong or have a weapon.Jasmine had no real morals but she hated seeing pigs try to get young girls,it made her sick and she'd kill if she ever saw it happen no questions asked.
