I was halfway across the compound
When everything kicked off,
I legged it to the wall,
Dust was trying to make me cough.

Tracer arcs and shouting,
Broke the still of night,
Silhouettes of strangers,
Caught by a flashlight.

Focus on the mission,
On what we need to do,
Destruction of this complex,
Was the aim of Victor Two.

I burst in through a doorway,
Weapon arcing left and right,
Ready to drop anything,
That came into the sight.

Another door, on my right,
The target had been found,
Rows of lit computer screens,
With a constant whirring sound.

This 'PC World' has got to go,
It's the reason we are here,
Start smashing all the casings,
Smash all this high tech gear.

Moving down the corridor
I find another door,
When a blast behind, throws me in,
Sprawling across the floor.

I roll to a halt,
End up on my back,
Both hands on weapon across my chest,
Dazed, I'd taken quite a whack.

In the split second I open my eyes,
I see him, bold and brash,
He must be six foot two and near twenty stone,
With a trendy 'Saddam' moustache.

He's on me in a moment,
The ugly great fat fuck,
Crushing down on top of me,
It's like being hit by a truck.

I'm still a little dazed
From the blast that threw me in,
But aware enough to realise,
He mustn't get the weapon under my chin.

His hands are gripping tightly,
One on barrel, one on butt,
My hands are gripping also,
There's just one option, and that's to nut.

I know that things are moving quickly,
But in my head it's really slow,
This is a fight for my life,
No choice but to have a good go.

I smash my head into his face,
Again, again, again!
His breath is stinking putrid,
Like something dead in a pigpen.

Keep on banging with my forehead,
Hard as hell against his nose,
I stifle the feeling of nausea,
As blood and snot freely flows.

My eyes are stinging badly,
My vision becoming blurred,
From the blood that's running in them
From this bastard fat fuck turd.

My mouth is full of blood and snot,
I have to swallow some,
Focus on his ugly face,
I have to beat this scum!

A calmness came across me,
How to beat this great fat fuck,
Years of training kicking in,
Nothing to do with luck.

I bit deeply into his face,
A mouthful of cheek and 'tash,
I bit so hard my teeth hurt,
His head began to thrash.

My teeth sank deeper with every jerk,
I wasn't letting go,
I felt the soft flesh tearing,
As his screams began to grow.

Instincts took him over,
He had to save his face,
Releasing the weapon freed my crushed hand,
I moved it into space.

That was the very moment,
I reached down for my knife,
This fat fuck was going to get it,
I was about to take his life.

He was clawing at my face,
Trying to save his 'tash and cheek,
I was biting even harder,
As his screams turned to a shriek.

My hand around the handle,
I plunge it in his side,
His head pulls up away from me,
A gaping hole hangs wide.

I spit the flesh away,
His fight has started to ease,
He's concerned about his new uglier look,
I'm concerned about disease.

I stab, again,again,again!
I feel a warmth run on my loin,
This dirty half face fat fuck,
Is pissing on my groin!

Again,again,again!
I plunge the blade in deep,
My midrift feeling warm now,
As his blood begins to seep.

He rolls off to the side,
I scramble to my feet,
A swift double tap to the back of his head,
His lifespan is complete.

Standing there, I'm shit state,
Head to toe in blood, snot and piss,
My day out could've been better,
But it wasn't as bad as his.