My eyes widened as the scene before me unfolded. The scream that so desperately wanted to escape was trapped in my throat. Choking and burning me as it tried clawing its way out.
My eyes followed Corporal Matthews as he fell to his knees before collapsing on the ground.
It was only then that I saw him.
Sam was standing there, his emerald, green eyes full of emotion, and a gun in his trembling hands. His wrist was bruised and swollen from Brody surely breaking it.
Our eyes met and I noticed his lip quiver before the gun fell from his hands. I wanted to go hold him, tell him that he did what he had to do, but I could see in his eyes the inner turmoil he was feeling from killing a human being. Despite knowing that a storm was raging in his orbs, my feet remained planted and my body
