I had that dream about your sister again last night.
Oh, it was me and her in the scrub behind the mess hall.
She's biting my neck.
I swear to God, we are going at it like fucking animals, bro.
I don't even have a sister.
Then why do you get so mad when I dream about fucking her?
-Hold up a sec. -Hu-ah!
Decker? Talk to me, bro.
Contact!
Decker, you got eyes on the fucker?
-Argh!
Three four five degrees, one five zero yards,
small structure, white side, level...
- You all right, Decker? -Yeah.
Fucker almost shot my dick off.
Hmm. Well, if he could hit a target that tiny,
we should sign him up on our side.
You can't sit here.
I don't see any reserved signs.
I said, you can't sit here.
The corps turned to shit when they started lettin' you animals wear the uniform.
Look, my buddy took a bullet for you guys today so... back off.
Yeah, see, and I don't trust anything that bleeds that much and then walks away.
-Unnatural is what you are. -Unnatural?
I can stalk my prey by scent alone.
I can run for miles while you need to ride in a stinking Humvee all day.
I can see clearly on a moonless night,
while you cling to your flashlight as soon as the sun goes down.
You ask me, there's not much natural in that.
You fuckin' dog soldiers.
No disrespect, Sergeant...
but if you call us dog soldiers again...
I'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.
You wanna try it?
Come on.
Smells like dog shit in here.
You know what I think it is?
Jealousy.
Mm-hmm.
Those guys know that if the brass cut us loose,
we'd have this shit cleaned up in three weeks.
I think it's more complicated than that.
No, you're right. They're fuckin' terrified of us, too.
Claws and blood, baby.
They don't understand us any more than they do this fucking war,
which is why we don't belong here.
Look, I don't like every asshole that calls himself an American,
but it's still my fuckin' country.
You hear me, boy?
Do you hear me, Cadet?
Stand up straight!
We are here for duty, honor and country, Momma and apple pie.
I'm just here to make sure you don't get your dumb ass killed.
Your dumb ass.
I think you're both here because dogs gotta hunt.
-Sir! -At ease.
We're rotating squads at the forward operating base.
Sobieski, you're with the outgoing squad.
Try not to piss off any of the regulars while you're up there.
If they're smart, they'll be trying hard not to piss me off.
-Is that right, tough guy? -Uh-huh.
Now, remember, honey,
if you need anything,
-I'll be right at the top of that hill. -You're so full of shit.
-And you're an idiot. - Let's go.
Claws and blood, baby!
-I need head count from the rear. - Copy!
Fire Team leader, make sure your team is up.
- Yes, sir. - What's the situation?
Fuck if I know.
Call came in about intruders inside the fire base perimeter,
then comms went down.
-So the Major's sending us in. -I'm going up there.
-Like hell you are. -I can get to that fire base in minutes.
It'll take this relief column an hour.
Dog soldier's worried about his own kind.
Fuck off! Those are men up there. Doesn't matter what kind.
-Go.
We'll be right behind you,
and we're plugging anything that comes down that hill on four legs!
God damn it. Sobieski.
Eleven dead.
Torn to shreds.
Taliban's not supposed to have werewolves.
How the fuck did it get past your pal?
He took out Sobieski first, sir, then moved on to the others.
What use are you people if you can't even sniff out your own kind?
I've got his scent now.
I can track him.
Good. I want him alive.
You gettin' anything?
Nothing. He isn't here.
Shit.
Sodula, you honor me with another meeting.
- First Battalion...
- Just what the hell are you doing?
You're not a soldier.
You're a fucking animal.
I may be an animal, but I'm done wearing your leash.
See you in the wild, my friend.