No Medals at the End

He took off the uniform he could never wear again, and with a few others also erased by the world, forged a gray squad with no designation and no flag. They move beyond the sight of great powers, taking only dirty jobs that cannot see the light, wiping blood for others in the crevices of gunfire and profit, not even daring to let anyone see their own wounds. Bullets and shells grind out endurance, old regrets like shrapnel that cannot be pulled out, locking away all sincerity. Until in a war-torn region he meets a combat medic carrying a medical bag, snatching lives from piles of corpses. He can bring the whole team back from desperate straits, yet alone dares not take one more step toward that beam of light. No medals, no glory, no name. Only life and death, responsibility, and a concern hidden along the way. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: No Medals at the End — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠