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My fanfiction needs characters, and, i would need characters based on user here on the COD Wiki. I was inspired to do this by Sactage's roleplay thing. If you want to have a character based on you put in the story, then leave a message and a brief character bio on the blog called: "Fan fiction story ideas", without quotes. Feel free to leave other ideas too!
UPDATE: I am writing the story now, but if you wat to join in, i will adjust the story to fit your character.
Sorry, but all character roles are full.
I would like to have everyone who has a character in my story make a Pimp My Gun creation of your primary weapon, primary and secondary if you are a sniper. Make sure you click the old version, It is easier. thank you!
Peter "Pluto" Lee
Cooper "Trucker" Baker
Spencer "Moby" Woodby
Samuel "Glass" Martin
Warning: There is language on this page that some readers may consider offensive.
Taurus International Base (Task Force 141 HQ)
I was nervous as hell when I disembarked from the Black Hawk. I saw Humvees and M939s all over the place. I saw an Abrams tank roll by. "Helluva secret base" I thought in my head. My name is Alex Tom Arthur, and I am a Sergeant. I was in southern Kazakhstan, at Taurus International base, the forward base for the Task force. Task Force 141 was supposed to be a group of the most elite combat warriors in the world. It was like those black operations rumors, only not so secret. I was caught off guard when I heard, "HEY YOU, FUCKING NEW GUY! CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAY!" Captain Peter screamed, his face centimeters from mine. "Uhhh, I'm sorry, Sir." "Well sorry doesn't cut it." Peter walked away. "Haha, you just got schooooooooled, bro!" said SpC. Timothy Smitts, the team's sniper. "Shut the fuck up, Timmy." I shot back. "Bastard" muttered Tim as he walked away. I went on to the training course.
30 minutes later, I went to my bunker. when I saw my bed, Peter was standing by it. "Oh, you are kidding me, right?" I said. Tim started to say something, but stopped when Peter walked in. "Boys, i see you fighting like a fucking married couple. I'm sending you two behind enemy lines, to sabotage a building. The building contains things vital to them, but useless for us. Get your gear, the chopper leaves in 30 minutes. Go." Peter walked out of the room. "Dammit" I muttered. "Well well well, Alex. Time to get serious, dawg." In my head, i thought, "Fuck my life" We packed our gear.
I watched as the chopper flew away. "Well, here we are." said Tim. "Okay, let me tell you something. I only tease people to help me not focus on the horrors I have seen. But we're in the field now, so let's do this!" Tim explained, after which he pulled the charging handle on his M21 sniper rifle. I then readied my UMP. We walked up.
"Hold up- 3 man patrol ahead. AK-103's, Makarov PMs, RGD grenades. Lets kill 'em." He aimed his rifle, as I did with my UMP.
Silenced gunshots filled the air, but due to our guns having silencers, I doubted anyone knew anything had happened. Except for Tim and I. "Good aim, Tim." I said. "Hold on a second. Another lone guy. I will get him." Said Tim, as he handed me his rifle, and pulled his pocketknife out. With one arm, he held the guy and covered his mouth. The other, impaled the helpless guy with the knife. "That is how you take a guy out, Alex." He said, as he took his M21 back from me.
We continued on, until we saw a building. "That's the building! I’m gonna stay back and snipe, you go in and plant C4 on the inside of the building, so we collapse the goddamn structure. Lets move." commanded Tim. I went into the building, C4 and UMP ready. I shot a guy in the back, and got to work, placing each C4 pack just right, so as to cause maximum damage. I'm not ONLY stealth, you know. Anyway, when the last C4 packet was placed, I went to leave the building, but as I turned around, a Russian firing squad was standing right there, every rifle aimed at me. "Drop the gun, turn around, and get on the ground." said the Russian officer. I had no other choice but to comply. I dropped the gun and the c4 detonator, turned around, and kneeled. I raised my hands to surrender. "You poor, weak, little thing. You thought you could destroy my headquarters? And you think by raising your arms in the air, we would spare you?! No, not when im the commander. Deal with him." I heard the Russians cock their rifles. I knew it was the end.
But, just when I knew my back would be flooded with bullets, I heard the window smash, and through it came Tim. He had come to rescue me! His M1911 drawn, he shot and killed each russian, one by one. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." "We can talk later, we have to get out first." "Good call." I grabbed my UMP and C4 detonator, followed Tim out, slung my UMP over my back, turned around and pulled the detonator out. "Alright, here we go." I said. "Click Click-" I hit the detonator, detonating the C4, and collapsing the building containing my would-be grave."-Boom." "Nice job, Alex." "Oh come on, Tim, I would have been dead if it weren't for you!" "Ok, lets just get out of here" "Good idea." Tim pulled his radio out. "Command, this is Echo Two-Two, the HVB is destroyed, repeat, the HVB is destroyed, mission success, over" Command station Ozone answered. "Roger that, Hammer Six-One is en route to your area to get you guys back to base, over" "Roger that, Ozone, over and out." Tim tried to start a new conversation. "So, what word starts with Bi and ends in Tch?" "Oh, Timothy..."
200 miles south of Kabul
PFC. John Hudson held his M4A1 Carbine nervously. "What's the problem, Hudson?" asked Cpl. Jack Marston. "Im just nervous, thats all." "If its because its gonna be your first battle, then sop worrying. These OpFor dipshits dont stand a chance against us marines." The pilots voice was heard over the intercom."Alright deltas, we are approaching the DZ. Get ready to fast rope out of the chopper." Sgt. Micheal Wilding gave orders to the squad. "Hudson, Marston, when we get down there, we are gonna keep them suppressed, Cooper, you lay down some MG fire on the soldiers. If tanks show up, then you help our strykers out, help blow them up. everyone got it?" The squad replied all at once. "Sir, yes sir!" The squad executed the plan. Before they knew it, they were assaulting the town itself, the one that the so-called "OpFor" was defending."God Damn, we move through so fast. It's like we have the force of a fucking juggernaut" said Hudson. Marston replied, "That is what the United States Marine Corps is about, Hudson." The marine squad, designated Delta Four, found an abandoned technical. Cooper spoke up first. "Nice, we could use it." Mike replied, "Good idea. Hudson, you drive. I will sit in the passenger seat. Marston, you get on the M2. Cooper, you sit in the back with Marston, since you carry the squad's heaviest weapons. Go." The pickup started. "Keep your eyes out for movement" said Mike. Cooper said, "This is ambush territory. They are probably watching us." "We are not shooting unless they shoot first" replied Mike. As if on cue, a bullet struck the side of the truck. "Shit, we have a sniper!" screamed Marston. All of a sudden, MGs, Rifles, and RPGs opened fire on the truck. Mike yelled, "HUDSON! GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Hudson replied, "I cant! this damn road has too much rubble, and im going as fast as i can!" The truck was battered, but it held together. Both Cooper's 249 and the mounted M2 were tearing out bullets. Hudson shouted, "Mike, I cleared the rubble!" Mike replied. "Alright, haul ass, HAUL ASS!" Marston pulled out his radio. "Ozone, this is Delta Four-Two, we just got ambush by a shitload of afghani militia, requesting evac, over" There was no answer. "Repeat, this is Delta Four-Two, can you hear me?" Again, no answer. "Damn it. Mike, radio is messed up." Hudson spoke to himself. "This is going to be a long first battle..."
The squad had been driving for 20 minutes, when the truck stopped. "Shit, were out of gas" said Hudson. "Alright, we need to go on foot." said Mike. "But where?" asked Marston. "We will figure it out." The squad moved on, and found themselves walking through a wide, open road. The squad was caught offguard. A shout was heard in Arabic. Then the sound of gunshots filled the air. The OpFor had taken positions in an apartment building. Mike yelled, "Hudson, clear out that Building!" as he gestured to a Bank across from the apartment building. "Yes sir." replied Hudson. Hudson walked in. He cleared the first 2 rooms, but when he reached the third, an opfor soldier had hidden behind the door. The soldier, unarmed, punched Hudson in the face and kicked his gun away. The 2 proceeded to get into a brutal fist fight.
Meanwhile, the group outside was being faced with stronger and stronger opposition. Marston was getting worried when Hudson wasn't coming back."I need to go find Hudson, it has been three minutes!" he said. "Alright, but hurry up." said Mike
Hudson fought hard, but was succumbing to the power of the OpFor soldier. Hudson was laying on the ground, too weak to fight anymore. The OpFor picked up Hudson's M4A1, cocked it, and then got his helmet knockked off and covered the floor with blood as bullets from Marston's M16 tore into him. "Buddy, are you okay?" asked Marston. "Kind of." Hudson tried to get up. He was not able to stand well. As Marston and Hudson came out, Mike screamed, "Take cover! We have enemy LMGs tearing this place up!" Gunfire from an estimated 100 OpFor soldiers lit up the area. All the squad had for cover was a few holes in the ground caused by artillery fire. When all hope seemed lost, the sound of helicopter rotors were heard. "Wait, whats that?" asked Cooper. Then an AH-6 attaack helicopter came into view. "OOOOOHHHHHH, OpFor bastards are in trouble now!" All the rifle fire had stopped. This was soon replaced bt the ominous sound of the AH-6's dual Miniguns spinning, and then the sound of them firing. "Delta Four, this is Hornet Two-Four, A Black Hawk chopper from the Navy SEALS, callsign Able Two-Three, is on it's way to pick you guys up, E.T.A. 5 minutes, over. Marston replied "Roger that, this is Delta Four-Two, thanks for the support, over" "Your welcome, Delta Four-Two, over and out" Hudso then spoke up. "Finally, we get to leave." The squad watced at the Black Hawk's silhouette came through the air.
The Black Hawk landed, but encountered MG fire from dug-in Militiants. A S.E.A.L. shouted, "Keebler! Get on the minigun!" the other replied, "Yes Sir, Pillsbury" as he hopped on the minigun, and started blasting away at targets. "Thanks for getting us out of here." said Cooper. "No problem. by the way, you can call me Pillsbury, and my partner, Keebler." Everyone started to introduce themselves to each other. "You okay, with the first mission?" Marston asked Hudson, who looked depressed. "Yeah, I guess" "Don't worry, after a few more, you will be fine." "Gee thanks, Marston..."
150 miles east of Pripyat
I walked on through the abandoned town. My squad consisted of, Timmy, who i now sometimes call Hellraiser, Corey Walden, the new guy, and Captain peter. Our mission was to secure some old Soviet intel, before the russians get it and get any ideas, i should say. Rumors say that around 100-200 miles away from Pripyat, there is a ghost town with Soviet intel. We had to get it.
"Hold up, squad" said Peter. Timmy, Corey, and I stopped. "Booby trap." Peter disarmed it. "You seriosly think that a booby trap from 30 years ago would still work?" said Timmy. "I agree with Timothy. I dont think it would still work." said Corey. "Well, we can't take chances either" I spoke up. "Well wait a minute, this type of booby trap was made in 2001. There are people guarding it." Peter asked, "What makes you think that people are guarding the intel?" Then we heard low engines. We hid quickly, as a BMD-3 went past them. "That BMD tells me." I said. "Screw you" said Peter. We became silent again, as a Russian patrol came by. "They passed, lets go" said Peter. We moved up. Hellraiser spotted a small patrol. "Lets take them out" We aimed our weapons. A few quiet ticks from the muzzles of our guns, the patrol was knocked out cold. We moved up, then Corey spotted the building. "How are we going ro get past that?" asked Timmy, gesturing to the entrances. "There are guards at every door." "We go in by force" said Peter. We opened fire on the building, Then the air was filled with gunshots from russian weapons, as our weapons were silenced. We made it in the building, when i heard the ominous 3 words: "Alex, take point."
I went on up there, and practically got jumped by three unarmed men. I was thrown to the ground, got kicked, punched , and nearly stabbed when a guy took my knife. Corey saved me just in time. "Thanks, Corey." i said. "No problem." was his answer. We then cleared the rooms together, and neither of us got jumped. I was looking in one room when i heard Corey say, "I found it!". I replied, "Good, now let's get the hell out of here." I looked out a window, and saw the BMD. At the same time, I heard Hellraiser on the Radio. "The BMD is targeting us. Take it out." I tried to call him back, but he did not answer. I looked around, and, luckily, I found an RPG-7, but with no rockets. "Corey, did you by any chance see an RPG rocket in the other room?" "Yeah." "Go get it for me!" He came back moments later with the rocket. I slid it, locked it, and fired at the BMD. The rocket curved away. "No!" But, it hit a building next to the BMD, causing the building to collapse and destroy the BMD. We took a UAZ, a truck that one could call the russian verrsion of a Jeep, out of the area. Timmy was first to read the intel. "Whoa, it says the Soviet Union was planning an invasion of the U.S.. We have to get this to the marines" "Yeah" I said. "Good call"
At that time, little did we know that we were too late.
20 miles south of Quantico, Virginia
United States of America
The convoy kept moving, despite the multiple Sukhois strafing them with 30mms. The heavily armed convoy consisted of 3 humvees, 2 M3 Bradleys, 1 Abrams tank and 1 Stryker ICV. Hudson watched as a pair of Apache attack choppers flew by, then saw them get shot down by RPG fire. The convoy shot at russian paratroopers. Russia had launched an invasion of the U.S.. Marston made a remark. "God, damn it! It's like Red Dawn!" Hudson responded. "Ain't that right." A Kamov Ka-52 attack helicopter started to attack the convoy, and destroyed a humvee, but was quickly shot down by passing F-22 Raptors. The Stryker was in the lead. It got blown up by an AT mine. Then a pair of T-90s tore the convoy apart, and soon enough, only a Bradley and Delta Four's humvee weren't destroyed. They performed a drive-by on troops deploying from a Hip transport helicopter. Then Cooper used his AT4 HS to take out a Havoc gunship, but the chopper crashed right on top of the Bradley. The squad drove on, shredding apart enemy troops like scissors would shred apart paper.
Until A BTR-90 blocked the road ahead of them. Then a pair of GAZ-3937 Vodniks came up, blocking the road behind them, followed by a T-90, blocking the road to their side. "We're surrounded, sir!" said cooper. Mike replied, "No shit, Cooper." Hudson spoke up. "Hey, I have an idea." They got out, and started to back slowly towards the building. Then, Marston smashed the glass doors, and the squad ran into the building. They heard the Humvee explode. The T-90 shot a support beam in the building, causing a section of the roof to come crashing down. "GET TO THE ROOF!" screamed Mike. "Go, Go, GO!" added Marston. The T90, BTR, and the Vodniks proceeded to tear the building apart. Mike jumped to the next roof, followed by Cooper and Marston. Hudson then jumped, and missed. "Hudson! HUDSON! This is Marston, find a way to the roofs! If you find an enemy troop, throw your knife at him, and take his gun!" Hudson proceeded to follow Marston's instructions, nearly getting torn apart by a BMP-2 at one point. He got to the roofs, and Cooper tossed him his Nambu pistol, a trophy of his grandfather's victory in World War 2. "Pillsbury, this is Delta Four-Two, can you support us?" Keebler answered. "Copy that, Delta Four, we are on the way, E.T.A. 3 minutes, over." "Thanks, Keebler" "No problemo, Amigos" The squad finally got away from the vehicles assaulting them. Mike summed up the situation. "Alright, squad, here's the situation. Our convoy is destroyed, we have a shitload of russian armor trying to get us, and Hudson here has lost his rifle. But, we also escped the armor for the time being, and we have a navy SEAL chopper supporting us. you think we can handle the situation?" Each member replied. "Yeah" "I'd say so" "We'll make it." Mike replied to all of this. "Alright, then let's do this!"
The squad watched as the helicopter approached. The squad moved up. MGs hidden in the area lit up. "Pillsbury, we have MGs everywhere!" said Marston. Pillsbury replied, "Already on it." The minigun started to spin. Then the explosive rounds from the minigun created gaping holes in buildings where MG nests used to be. The squad moved up. They cleared the building. Hudson found an AK-103 rifle, and started using it. They fought their way to the other side of the building, to get into the open, where they could be supported by the Navy SEAL chopper. When they got outside, a Ural truck filled with russian troops performed a drive-by on the squad. The chopper was quick to blow up the truck. When snipers started to attack the squad, Pillsbury sniped them from the helicopter. "Alright, Keebler, we are moving into the building, can you take out any armor that rolls up?" Pillsbury replied, "Everything except for BMDs and T-90s, but I have a Warthog on hold if one rolls up." A gunshot was heard over the radio. "Yes, got another sniper!" said Pillsbury. The squad moved in. "Alright squad," started Mike. "Hudson, you take the third floor. I will take the second floor, Marston, you take the ground floor, and Cooper, you take the basement. When the rooms are clear, regroup on me. Move out."
Mike started to climb the stairs, and he reached the second floor. He held his G36, ready to pull the trigger at anything that moved. He cleared the rooms, eliminating 3 russians in the process. He then waited for the others.
Marston checked each room, one at a time. He eliminated an RPG troop trying to shoot dow the SEAL helicopter, then heard, "Delta Four, this is Pillsbury, we need to exit the area, too many RPGs." "Damn it" Marston muttered. He swore that the others said that too when they heard that. He continued to clear the floor out. When he finished, he regrouped with Mike.
Hudson went up to the third floor, and cleared the floor out. He was careful, and picked up ammo from any russians he killed. He cleared the floor out, and met with Mike, and Marston, who had beaten him to Mike. "Fuck" he muttered. "At least I beat Cooper." Marston started to wonder why he had not heard gunshots from Cooper's M1014. "Hey, did anyone notice that there ha not been a shot heard from Cooper's gun?" Mike started to get what Marston was saying. "Yeah, that's strange." Hudson spoke up. "Should we check on him?" Mike agreed. "Yeah, let's go."
They got to the basement. "Cooper" said Hudson a couple of times. "Oh shit!" said Marston. "What?" asked Mike. "His equipment is all right here. His SAW, his 1014, his AT4, all right over here!" said Marston. "Ohhhh, fuck," said Mike. "Are you thinking what im thinking, Hudson?" Hudson replied, "I think so, Mike." Mike said to Marston, "Tell Pillsbury." Marston pulled out his radio. "Pillsbury, Keebler, this is Delta Four-Two, Cooper is M.I.A., repeat, Cooper is M.I.A...."
Cooper regained consciousness. He had no Idea where he was. He tried to get up, but was too weak. e tried to move his arms, but found they had been tied up. He looked around, and found he was in a dark room. Then a door opened. A russian soldier came in. "Now, let's get to work in here." Cooper tried to move, but found hat his legs were also tied up. The russian soldier reached behind hisback, and pulled out a probe device. Cooper blacked out.
United States of America.
I landed with a thud. I was still pumped from jumping out of a plane and parachuting into enemy territory. But Jacksonville, Florida was under artillery fire. It was up to the 141 to complete this mission. I started to talk to Marcus "Wildcard", a demolitions expert from another unit being merged with ours. "Hi, Marcus." I started. "What the fuck is it you want?" he muttered quietly. I walked over to Jake "Tailfin", who was also part of the other unit.I asked him, "What is Wildcard's problem?" He said, "Just ignore him, he isn't fond of new people." I replied, "Oh, i see." Peter then said, "There. The artillery base. Lets move quickly. On me." He started to lead us through the forest. We came across a patrol, and we took them all out. Then Corey pointed out something. "Hey Captain, is that a sniper nest up there?" "Yeah, i think so. Lets kill him. Timmy, we got a sniper, take him out." Timmy fired his rifle. The sniper dropped. Timmy and Elliott "Fudge", the third and final guy being merged with our unit. He and timmy were going to be our sniper team.
Evntually, we got to the gates of the base. We got through when we hoisted eachother up over barbed wire. we went around, killing guys silently, and having Marcus plant the C4. But, our cover was blown when a patrol found the bodies. We fought against seemingly overwhelming forces of enemies. The air was filled wth gunfire, as well as the usual boom of artillery, not to mention the shots from Hellraiser's M21 EBR and Fudge's M40A3. We cleared out eeach room, trying to kill everyone, so they couldn't sneak up on us. That is when I found him.
I was ordered to take point. I cleared a dark room out, then came to a long hallway, with many doors on either side. I kicked open the first three doors, and found this was where the russians held captives. I got to the 6th door on the left. I kicked it open, and I found a man wearing the marine's uniform. He was unconscious. He was most likely a P.O.W. I woke him up. "Who- Who are you?" asked the man. I responded formally. "I am Sergeant Alex Arthur of Task Force 141. C'mon, we have to get out of here." He responded, "I am Private Cooper of the First Force Recon USMC unit. I need a gun!" I looked around, then tossed him an RPK I found. He seemed to like it. I guessed Cooper was the support guy for his squad. We started fighting our way out of the place. Marcus detonated the C4. "Ka-fucking-boom, dumbshits!" Behind us, we heard a loud boom. I turned around. The artillery base was up in flames. We started escaping the russians that were after us. We saw the helicopter, carrying Jon "Rookie" Rose, and another person, whom i soon found out to be my old friend Knotdead, as I called him. How did I find out, you might ask? The chopper was shot down, and they were the two survivors. We proceeded to the helicopter wreck.
I hurried over to the crash site. “KD?” I called. KD was my nickname for Knotdead. No answer. “Rookie?” I called. Again, no answer. “Fuck!” I muttered. “Everybody is dead.” I said to my squad. Then I heard a groan. “Uuhh” I called out. “Hello?” “AT, is that- is that you?” I heard. I answered, “KD, is that you?” “Yeah, it’s me, Knotdead.” I answered, “Well, you certainly live up to your name. Thank god you are alive!” “I- I need a gun.” I found an M14 from a dead man. “Here, take this.” KD grabbed the gun. Then I saw Rookie get up. He had his ACR, with all parts working. He grabbed a silver M9 from the pilot, who was dead. “I’m fine” he said almost immediately. Peter said, “Let’s move.”
We started to move, until we came across a vodnik, patrolling the crash site. “Wildcard, take it out.” Peter ordered. “My pleasure” he responded, as he carefully loaded a 40mm HE grenade into his M203. He fired, and the vodnik went up in flames. We moved on. We came across a large patrol, and Peter told all of us to take out the tangos. We all fired, and knocked out like twenty guys. We then met up with Hellraiser and Fudge, and moved to the LZ. We had a Pave Low on standby to extract us, since the Blackhawk was shot down. We made it to the LZ, but there was no chopper there. Then 2 BMD’s showed up. “Oh shit.” said Corey. “Not again” added Cooper. Until the Pave Low arrived. Carrying two mini-guns with explosive rounds, as well as an M2 .50 cal MG on the back, the BMDs were officially screwed. We heard the guns spin up, then the BMDs were nothing but wreckage.
The chopper landed, and we boarded. Peter ordered me to hop on the rear mini-gun, and KD on the right mini-gun. We destroyed multiple targets before we hovered over the base. We proceeded to tear apart the base, including the rest of the artillery, with the help of Wildcard, and fudge and hellraiser, who were sniping from the chopper. Finally, we left the area. “Attention, Echo Two, we are getting a distress signal from a USMC team, called Delta four, reporting a downed Navy SEAL Blackhawk”…
United States of America
The squad deployed from the chopper. They were trying to find Cooper. They had gotten more troops in their squad. Spencer "Moby" Woodby was Cooper's temporary replacement, Glass was a transfer from Zulu team, Leo Sorenson was a second LMG guy, since our squad was supposed to get one new person, and John Smith was a new guy to the squad, but was a well-trained warrior, and thus, was a specialized stealth-- person. Their mission- find Cooper. They went into an apartment building. When they came out on the other side, almost immediately, enemy MGs from an office building opened fire. The chopper appeared over the apartment building, and blew holes in the wall where MG nests were. The black hawk shot at what appeared to be all of the russians in the apartment building. However, Keebler and Pillsbury failed to notice an RPG troop on a balcony, and this proved to be fatal to Able One-One. The RPG fired, and keebler shot the soldier. But it was too late. The RPG hit the Black Hawk's tail, and the chopper was sent into a deathly spiral, taking it through the top floor of the office building, before it finally crashed on the other side of the building.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Hudson. Marston replied, "Call for another chopper, Duh!" he said, as he pulled out his radio and called for another chopper. A pilot answered. "We are coming to pick you guys up, I have some spec ops guys on board already, but I can make room for more, over" Mike gave orders. "Listen. Hudson, Glass, Marston, help out any survivors. Moby, Leo, we will cover the area. Move out!" Mike said. Marston called out to the crashed chopper. "Pillsbury" he called out a few times. "Keebler" he called out a couple times. Both came out, and both were alive and well. "I'm fine." Keebler said. "Same here" added Pillsbury. Then gunshots raced around them. Pillsbury cocked his M16 and returned fire with the others. Keebler did the same with his M16. Glass joined in, shooting 7.62mm bullets from his SCAR-H. Seeing everyone else doing it, Hudson and Marston decided to empty their STANAGs at russian troops. They fought all of the troops off. They saw another RPG troop. Pillsbury took it personally. "Oh no you don't" he said, as he pulled his 1911 pistol out, and landed a headshot on the soldier. "Holy shit!" said Glass when he saw Pillsbury take the shot. "God damn, you got some mad fucking skills, Pills!" said Moby. "Thanks." said Pillsbury. Then they heard chopper engines. An enemy Kamov had arrived, and the squad had no rocket launchers. But then they heard heavier engines, and a shadow blocked out the sun. Then about 50 shots ripped into the side of the Kamov and sent it in flames. The shadow turned out to be one of a pave low. The pavelow landed.
Alex's Point of View
I got off of the minigun as our pavelow landed. We met with a marine team. Their names were Glass, Marston, Moby, Mike, Hudson, Leo, and Smith. We also met a team of two SEALs, Pillsbury and Keebler. They started staring at Cooper, then shook hands and did other things. From the looks of their faces, Cooper was a part of that squad. He then introduced us to his squad. But the squad reunion for cooper was cut short when a trio of Sukhoi jets started to zero in on us. "All units, this is Cpt. Riley, we have a few Sukhois homing in on us, hang on tight." I held on. So did everyone else. We heard missiles being shot at us, and I saw two Air-to-Air missiles heading towards us. Then, Riley made a sharp turn, and we saw the missiles fly past us. We heard and saw another pair, as the jets turned around. This time, Riley didn't try to shake the missiles. "Oh, shit." said Moby, as the missiles sped towards us. I said a prayer to myself, "Please don't let it end this way, please." I heard Mike scream, "What the fucking hell are you doing, Riley?!" But then, I heard a different noise, and the missiles banked away. I knew what had happened. We started to head south, and I saw the last of the flares dimming in the air. "Nice job, Riley." said Corey. Riley replied, "Yeah, I also got some air support online. Damn Sukhois ain't going to stand a chance against our Raptor jets. Score one for the good guys!"
We landed at a field. Sukhois and MiGs passed by, but they were too occupied with our Strike Eagles and Raptors to worry about us. Peter, our squad leader, started to chat with the Marine squad's leader, Mike. "Mike," he started. "How would you like to go on a mission with us? Before you ask why, we are Task Force 141, a group of some of the best fighters on the planet." Mike stood there for a second, probably thinking about the offer. "Sure, I'll go." We recieved our mission- Sabotage Russian ships. If our mission was a success, the Russian An-124s would have no escort, and therefore, no defense. This would lead to a russian retreat, and, possibly, ending the war in the U.S. The war would still go on, but not in the United States.
To simple it down for you: Our mission might determine the outcome of the war.
CHAPTER ELEVEN COMING SOON!