World War Three RPG

[GhostHammer]

Well the response was overwhelming in favor of a WWIII RPG so here it is!

Rules

1. Your character may be yourself or a created person, but be realistic.

2. No "famous" or "fake" characters. So no Duke Nukem's or Obama's running around please! :P

3. Your "kit" can be whatever you'd like it to be WITHIN REASON. Sorry, you may not have a flamethrower on the bottom of your M4 or ODST Drop Pods. In terms of what is in service, I'll make it easy. If it's been in a Ghost Recon game, Call of Duty game, Battlefield game, etc. then it may be used in this RPG. In a major war like this, I'm sure all nations would use everything they had.

4. You may fight for whoever you want, where ever you want, so long as it is within an APPROVED conflict zone. (This is simply to ensure things are relatively close together and we're not all spread across the globe.)

5. Your character may be apart of ANY branch of ANY military forces involved. Airforce, Army, Marines, Navy, whatever you choose!

6. You may not kill off someone's RPG character without their EXPRESS PERMISSION. Encounters are allowed of course, but if you start shooting at that person (Should they be an enemy) be sure to remember you leave the end result open so the characters writer can determine what happened.

7. Please stay on topic. If you need to clarify/discuss/provide info on something, please do it at the top of your post in a quote box or some other way of separating it from your character section so we can all see it better.


RPG Details:

Date: August 27 2016 / August 28 2016 (Depending on location)
Active Battle Locations & Faction Information

- New York / Russian Fleet Front
--American Commander: General Wolfe / Russian Commander: Admiral Volstag
--- Theater: Russian battle fleet invades NY with air support and airborne paratroopers.

- Florida / Cuban Front
-- American Commander: Major General Harrison / Cuba Commander: Admiral Espadno
--- Theater: Cuban forces invading Florida with air support.

- French-German / Russian Front
-- AEA Commander: Major General DuGalle / Commandant Markoff
--- Theater: Russian forces pushing hard with heavy armor support into AEA territoy.

- Indian / China Front
-- Indian Commander: General Lehal / Chinese Commander: General Tse
--- Theater: Indian forces in dire straights, seeking help from AEA SF training citizens to repel Chinese.

NOTE: JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE IN GERMANY DOES NOT MEAN YOU MUST BE GERMAN. YOU MAY BE AN AMERICAN STATIONED THERE, ETC.


Back Story

Late into the year 2012, Iranian nuclear scientists successfully created and tested the country's first nuclear weapon amidst major dispute among countries worldwide. Feeling immediately threatened by this motion, a newly elected president of Israel attacks Iran in self preservation. Not long into the conflict, both countries turn to nuclear methods and wipe each other off the planet. The void of power left has Middle Eastern nations scrambling to attain control of the region and war breaks out, thrusting the middle eastern region into chaos, old coalition powers abandoning the region due to increased tensions over failed UN policies over the now destroyed Israel and Iran.

Early 2013, the Mexican President is assassinated by a major drug syndicate due to his major push for a war on drugs. Leaderless, Mexican drug lords begin to fight for territory throwing the entire peninsula stretching to Columbia and Brazil into major unrest as governments collapse to the now unchecked drug lords. By Late 2013, most of South America has become a wild west, with the Americans carefully watching their border to the south. During this time, China moves into parts of the middle east, claiming territory, as well as signing a treaty with Russia, an alliance based on blaming the west for failed negotiations that have now put the majority of the world in a serious oil drought.

As 2014 turns into the spring months, African famine and genocides increase in certain regions but go unchecked, as major world powers find themselves quarreling about age old problems that have festered over years of coexistence, fueled by the lack of oil which is now crippling parts of North America and Europe as Russia and China block shipments of oil to non Russo-Asiatic treaty members. North Korea, taking the opportunity, begins to build forces to take South Korea in the coming year. Cuba, in a protest to the United States and in need of oil, signs into the treaty with China and Russia, followed soon after by North Korea, thus creating an unbalance of power rising in the east and a serious lack of oil for Europe and the Americans.

2015. Canada finds massive oil reserves in their arctic north and pledge their allegiance to the U.S. alongside the United Kingdom, Germany, and France. The major divisions of these superpowers comes to a head when both Russia and China leave the UN, followed soon after by the U.S. and Britain thus ending the United Nations after years of service. In need of resources to fuel their military, China invades south towards India. Japan objects, but after a series of calculated strikes, China quickly takes Japan and pushes south into the Philippines. The U.S. demand litigation, but with the Russo-Asiatic treaty refusing to talk, war appears to be imminent.

The year is 2016. As China pushes across Indian borders and moves down the Philippines towards Australia who recently joined the American-Euro Alliance (AEA) the U.S. declares war upon China, supported by the entirety of the AEA. In response, Russia, North Korea, and Cuba declare war upon the AEA in defense of their ally and the two sides, the American-Euro Alliance and the Russo-Asiatic Treaty enter into the third world war. Dozens of countries stand in the middle, praying for a quick end to hostilities while the nuclear wastelands of the Middle East still rage with unchecked terrorist groups and shattered governments alike. One thing is for certain, no one dares touch their nuclear arsenal out of fear, for a nuclear holocaust will ensue.

Here is a map of the current world in 2016. Please note, if there are no black lines, then whatever color shown is now that country. As such, Russia and China have both expanded their territories considerably over the past few years in their war efforts.
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As per tradition, I will start us off.





JTF2 Lieutenant Cody ran a finger down the deep jagged scar that ran along his temple to jaw, sweat beading on his shaved head as the V-22 Osprey banked hard right. Every operator under his command grabbed onto the handrails as the massive aircraft shuddered, the pair of turbine engines roaring as the pilot brought the aircraft level once again. Pulling his helmet onto his head and securing the chinstrap, Cody couldn't help but wander towards the past few years. Joining the Canadian Army fresh out of high school, he had quickly excelled during Officer Training School and was given command of a platoon assigned to peacekeeping missions in the Congo where he had his first combat. Loosing few men during the 9 brutal months in the jungle, he returned home to medals and a promotion. It didn't take long before JTF2 had come knocking.

Little known to the outside world, JTF2 had long been one of the world's best Special Forces units over the past few decades, often working hand in hand with DEVGRU and SAS in both Iraq and Afghanistan. So naturally, when they came calling, Cody jumped at the chance to join them. A month later after a grueling indoctrination, he was accepted and became the leader of his own unit at a fresh 25, a very young age for any special forces operator let alone team leader. A couple years of service in counter terrorism, and next thing he knew, he was in the middle of WWIII.

The pilots voice over his headset brought him back to present, static washing over the channel as the Osprey slowed to a hover. "Alright Lieutenant, we're at the drop zone. 30 Seconds till ramp down."
Cody stood and checked his rifle, the MK18 reassuring in his experienced hands. A cut-down CQB version of the standard M4, it was much more maneuverable and lightweight than it's longer counterpart which would be an essential asset where he was going. Satisfied his weapon was in chec, he keyed his team COM and addressed the three other JTF2 Operative who sat across from him, each cradling their weapons, all staring blankly at him. "Alright boys, you know the drill. This is our first action in WWIII, but not our first time together in combat. Let's get it done."
The Operators yelled a "Oo-rah" over the roaring engines as the Osprey touched down, ramp slowly opening allowing a blinding light of an early sunrise to flash into the cargo bay.

[Nocte]

August 27th, 2016
U.S. Army
10th Mountain Division
New York City, New York
Corporal Alexander Hayes

The 10th Mountain Division’s entire 3rd Brigade Combat Team “Spartans” was inbound to New York City from Fort Drum. Their objective was to reinforce Fort Hamilton. Corporal Hayes was in Echo Squad under the 1st Battalion 32nd Infantry Regiment. Hayes and his entire squad were riding in V-22 Osprey. They would be one of the first teams putting boots on the ground, a Russian battle fleet was right off the coast battle an American battle fleet. While the naval battle unfolded a few miles off shore, New York City itself was being attacked by Russian aircraft, helicopters, and paratroopers. Fort Hamilton is right in the middle of Russian held ground, and the U.S. Army would be damned before they gave up on all of those trapped civilians.

“We have limited assets on this one, most of the helicopters in the air are combating Russian helios, we have no arty support until ours get setup outside of the city.” Master Sergeant Blanc said. “The second we land, we will be securing General Lee Avenue along with the rest of 2nd Platoon. Scans show the Russian paratroopers are organizing to assault Fort Hamilton. So prepare for combat, hoo ah?”

“Hoo ah!” Echo chanted in the shaky Osprey cabin. Hayes clicked the safety off on his ACR and pulled the bolt back. He checked to make sure all of his spare magazines were secure on his armor and that his side arm was properly holstered. He could feel the Osprey preparing to land as they abruptly stopped moving forward and began descending to the drop-zone.

[UNLUCKY NUM13ER]

08-16-2016
1100 Hours
559th Green Berets
New York City, U.S.A
Sergeant Major Jason Miller

The United States Army Green Berets aren't what they used to be. Once the most advanced and tactically trained special forces in the world, were now just another unit taking up space in a world of spec ops. Every nation these days has their own elite special forces, all highly trained and very lethal. The Green Berets were no longer the best of the best, but they were far from gone and still just as skilled as they had always been. SGM Miller has been serving his country for 7 long years now. He has a long record of missions in countries including Russia, Somalia, Pakistan, France, and Guatemala. Over the years he has lost friends and made new ones, eventually giving him field command of the 559th Green Berets. When hostile boots first landed on U.S. soil he and his men had been eliminating a terrorist threat within India. They had spent 8 months disguised as geologists camped outside a small village. In fact their actual camp had been over 5 miles away, the geologist camp was only a cover and the camp's residents knew to keep up the charade for as long as Miller and his men were stationed there. Eventually they discovered the cluster of huts on the other side of the mountain that hid the terrorist leader. This man had been responsible for the deaths of 500 plus Canadians two years ago. The Pentagon decided to take action against the terrorists to A-uphold their treaty with Canada, and B-a number of the victims were American citizens as well.


Miller and his men were were tired and looking forward to seeing their families again, but with the recent attacks on U.S. soil the military needed every soldier it could spare, even if enlistment was at an all time high......... That damn siren....it got on Miller's nerves. And the flashing red light didn't help either. Miller was at a forward operating camp near the front lines in the city. Although by this point it was near impossible to even tell where the front line was. It had been changing every day back and forth. The camp was littered with empty brass bullet casings, bloodied rags, damaged vehicles, etc... As soon as the alert went up every available soldier who wasn't already armed ran for one of the armories. Even with multiple armories in camp each one was packed with men and women racing to grab weapons and armor. As Miller put on his uniform he would get pushed and shoved as others attempted to reach theirs. Typically the trustworthy HK-416 Carbine was Millers weapon of choice, but the camp had a low supply so instead he armed himself with a standard MP7 smg, and his .44 Caliber Magnum as a sidearm. A few Fragmentation grenades, one Flash and he was ready. He ran outside to gather his men and receive orders.

[GhostHammer]

The half dozen JTF2 Operators stomped down the ramp and to an assembly tent as Cody keyed his COM back to the pilot. "Thanks for the ride Elvis-12. We're good from here." he finished with a thumbs up to the man seated in the Osprey's cockpit who returned the gesture and yanked the stick, the Osprey rising and spinning off into the distance before the ramp had even closed. Tearing his eyes from the bird, Cody spun and jogged into an assembly tent where a stunned Sergeant Major stood with a clipboard, mouth open and the Canadian SF unit stood in front of him. A few unit commanders from the United States glanced up from their desks. The Sergeant Major looked down at his clipboard and back up at the Canadians. "Sorry Lieutenant, but who the hell are you?"
Cody expected this response. Not may knew they had been coming in. "We're backup from up north. Uninvited. Thought you could use some help. We have gear from aquatic operations with us." he finished as his team Sergeant lifted a black canvas bag.

That wasn't entirely true. A group of SF operators from a SAS-SEAL operation in the harbor had requested Tier-One backup from their command who in turn contacted the Canadian Government as the majority of the U.S. SF were engaged with hostiles across the globe. Luckily for General Wolfe out of NY, a unit of JTF2 Operators was en-route to Florida and could be re-routed to NY. Cody still had no clue why they were needed, but it was the same to him. Cubans, Russians, they were all RA members that started this whole mess.

"I'll take them Sergeant Major" a burly Lieutenant grunted from a desk at the back, waving Cody and his team forward. The Canadian unit passed the still stunned desk clerk and followed the Lt. out of the back flap and into a hangar where dozens upon dozens of Marines sorted through gear and moved to waiting helicopters and Ospreys. "Nice to see your boys got into town in once piece. We have a tent for you in the corner here." The Marine Lieutenant said as he led the six Canadians into a white canvas tent. "I'll leave ya'll to it."

Cody thanked the Marine and stepped inside with the rest of his team. A tidy assortment of weapons and ammunition lined the back wall in racks, a pair of long folding tables sat empty, ready to be used. His team Sergeant let out a low whistle. "Damn El-Tee, they're giving us an awful lot of toys here." he exhaled, picking up a javelin resting against a stack or crates.
Cody nodded. "Damn rights Matt. Be ready for action up close, we're going to have to fight our way into the harbor. So you might want to bring some AA along in case those inbound BMP's reach the coast before we do."
Matt nodded and joined the rest of the unit who had already began to adjust their kits accordingly.

Cody had just finished loading his vest pouches when a sharp crack followed by a deafening boom blew the six Canadian operators off their feet and sprawling to the ground.

[Bodaciousbaconn]

August 27, 2016
Louisiana Army National Guard
156th Infantry, 3rd Battalion
Lake Charles, Louisiana en route to Miami, Florida
Sergeant Jacob Hogg


The morning sun was just cresting over the horizon, as Jacob woke up to the hum of the Humvee's engine. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he looked over the convoy. His fireteam, "7th Crusade" as they called it, were split between the two front Humvees, and the rest of the 156th made up the four others. At only the age of 21, Jacob was leading the 7th into their first live combat. They had left Lake Charles yesterday around 1300 hours, and were just pulling into Miami. They still had roughly 20 minutes until they got to the base, so Jacob made a quick equipment check.

M27 IAR, Check. All spare clips strapped down, Check. Colt M1911 and spare clips, Check.

His shoulder insignia, a red and yellow Fleur-de-lis on a blue X, hadn't seen much live combat. Hell, it hadn't seen any live combat since the war started. But, the 7th Crusade had been performing well, and were chosen to help on the Florida/Cuba front. His grandfather would be proud, a Vietnam Veteran, as well as a retire Lieutenant Colonel. Jacob's prayers went out to him to keep him safe, as well as Jacob's own immediate family. "LeBleu, Nicholson, wake your asses up." Jacob said as he reached into the back seat and shook the two Privates awake. "Call over to Edwards and Bailon and wake their asses up too." Jacob said as he sat back up in his seat.

The 156th rolled to a stop in Firebase Bravo, in Southern Miami. The 7th got out of their Humvees and headed toward the barracks to drop off their equipment, and then headed straight for the briefing room where Major General Harrison was about to give an update on the war status. The 7th settled into some empty seats and awaited the speech.

[Nocte]

August 27th, 2016
U.S. Army
10th Mountain Division
New York City, New York
Corporal Alexander Hayes

“We got contacts!” One of the Osprey gunner’s barked and he began spraying enemy targets with his chain gun. In return bullets slammed into the side of the Osprey, and soldiers were quick to pull out Rosaries and started to pray. Corporal Hayes simply started to think about his girlfriend back in Ohio. Hoping to God that the fighting wouldn’t reach that far inland.

“Dropping in 3...2...” The pilot counted down and as he said one, the ramp dropped and Echo was opened up to the Hell they would be sitting in for the next few hours.

Bodies littered the ground, Civilian, Army, and Russian. It didn’t matter the smell was horrific, open wounds left open for at least three plus hours in the hot sun. A few of soldiers in Echo started to gag.

“Cover now!” Master Sergeant Blanc barked, and his soldiers listened. They scrambled for a line of cars. When they got settled in, they were split into two fire-teams. Alpha lead by Sergeant Major Blanc and Bravo lead by Corporal Hayes.

“Hayes listen up, we need to strip the body armor off the wounded and line the car with it. If not bullets will cut through these cars like butter.” The Master Sergeant explained and pointed to the soldier’s bodies that covered the ground behind them. Currently both fire-teams were stacked up on two cars. Whether behind a wheel or the engine block. Hayes motioned for his guys to move and they did fire-team Alpha provided cover fire.

“God damn these guys are heavy,” Private Myers grunted as he drug one of the bodies back into cover so he could strip the body armor off without worry of getting hit.

“Well Myers, I always knew you were a pussy.” Private First Class Colemen said dragging two bodies back into cover. In under ten minutes fire-team Bravo had enough vests of body armor to cover the cars so they could be used as proper cover from small arms fire.

“Alright, now that, that is settled. All we need to do is dig in and not let a single Ruskie pass this road. Fort Hamilton is holding about 10,000 civilians right now, and we need to hold long enough until everyone of them have been evacuated. Corporal Hayes brought his rifle up and peered through the window hole, he took aim at two contacts trying to sprint into cover and fired off three quick bursts. Peppering one of them, but the other made it safely into cover.

[SuRroundeD By 1]

(Okay, so this document used to be around 4,500 words long and expanded a few pages. After deleting a few descriptive paragraphs and dialogue lines, I was able to shorten the document to around 1,800 words. I was kind of disappointed at how it turned out after I deleted a few of the paragraphs, but I still get the main plot into it. I want to apologize because I feel like I could have done way better than this, but I’m too tired to create another one. I promise my next few will be better, for now, here).

It was a nice summer’s day during the year of 2015, the wind created a nice breeze to counteract the hot 91 degree day. As of now the world is beginning to fall apart, chaos dominates the world, but for two teenagers in Michigan, the rest of the world’s problems seemed nonexistent. Underneath the shade of a tall red maple tree, two young lovers were taking a rest from the heat of the day. A young, strong male with medium lengthen red hair closed his light blue colored eyes and took in a deep breath of summers fresh air, the wind carelessly blowing through his hair.

He opened his eyes and took a glimpse at the beautiful young women laying down next to him, also young named Jenna, she had the most gorgeous brunette (sp) hair that Jesse had ever seen, her eyes a mix of two colors: brown, and green, were just as breathtaking as her other facial features. Her only downside was the fact that she had small breasts, but with someone as pretty as her, Jesse could care less. He had never been one with the ladies before, in fact, she was his first girlfriend, and Jesse thanked god every night that he had blessed him with her. She caught his stare.

"I love you," she said, and that wasn't a lie. Her feelings for him were just as strong as his with her. She flashed a beautiful smile, and Jesse returned the gesture.

"I love you too babe," his soft spoken words making Jenna's heart beat faster. She rolled over under the tree and placed her hand on his cheek, stroking it slightly before planting her lips upon his. For a moment, time and nature froze to ponder the spectacle called love. As they separated lips, their eyes never moved from each other, a strong passion could be seen in their eyes, then silence as they rolled back over to stare at the sky. Jenna was the one who broke the silence.

"Jesse?" She asked, making sure he was still awake.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Don't ever leave me . . ." She said in a small, almost whispering voice.
"What do you mean?" Jesse questioned her confused, 'leave her' he thought, 'never'.
"The world . . . it's, it's in a bad shape . . . there have been rumors that even the US is about to get into the conflict, and if that happens they might ask you to go to war." She spilled her thoughts to him, but Jesse just laughed as he usually did.
"Don't worry about that Jen, the future is a far off place, and all I care about, is right now, under this oak with you." As he said that all the worry in Jenna's mind seemed to lift, Jesse had never made a promise he couldn't keep, this was one reason she loved him.
"Then . . ." She paused, looked at the ground, and blushed. She didn't say anything else, but began to kiss him again. This time however, she began to undress. Jesse, who had never been in this kind of situation before began to blush hard, but he didn’t push her away. First it was her shirt, then his, then her pants, followed by his. Finally they were both half naked, nature surrounded them, and Jesse peaked at his girlfriend’s body. He instantaneously lost his breath, she was amazing, everything he had ever dreamed or had seen on a video from Red Tube. The two teen’s body temperature skyrocketed, and their kisses became as hot as the sun. Jesse reached for Jenna’s pair of pretty purple panties and slid them to her knee’s. They went unbothered, with only nature as their witness.

The sun had set, and the sky was now full of stars, both of the now non-virgins were fully clothed, and resting under the night sky. Nothing was said after their previous event, it seemed like nothing had to be said. Still holding hands, Jenna had fallen asleep already; however, Jesse found it hard to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just done, and how amazing it was. Then he looked over at his lovers face, and kissed her forehead.

“I love you,” He told her, even though he knew she was asleep, and then he looked up at the red maple which had been their guardian that night. “I’ll never forget this place,” he thought, “or this tree . . .” as he finished that thought he took his grandfather’s old knife from his jean’s pocket and began sketching on the trunk of the tree, when he finished the tree read JJ+JC.

Satisfied, Jesse laid back down next to his woman, and grabbed her hand again. As he slipped away into the dream world, the song: “Don’t want to miss a thing” by Aerosmith began playing in his head, sadly, midway into the song, he fell asleep.

August 27th, 2016
U.S. 75th Airborne Rangers
New York City, New York
Pfc. Jesse Jenkins
1100 Hours

Pfc. Jenkins began to awaken from being knocked unconscious. His vision was still blurry, but his entire body ached, so he knew he was alive. Looking around, the city was in ruins, a clear sight of the Statue of Liberty revealed that it was missing it’s head and torch.

“Those bastards . . .” Jesse said aloud as he pushed some fallen debris of his body. His memory began to recollect what had happened: He was with his unit, who was trying to make their way to a pinned U.S. squad a few blocks away when they came under fire. Within a few minutes half of his squad was killed, and the other half pinned by a squad of Russian troops. Then there was an explosion, and he blanked out.

“Fuck!” Jenkins cried to himself as he tried to stand up, his entire body protested as sharp pains shot throughout his body. Shouting was the worst thing he’d ever done though, because about ten seconds after his cry of pain he had finally sat up, only to be kicked back down to the ground, and have the barrel of an AK-101 pointed directly at his face. Jenkins screamed in agony again as more pain jolted his body, but he took it like a man, and looked his attacker in the face.

The man was about as tall as Jesse was, 6 foot 2 inches, and just about as muscular also. Since the Russian had not shot him yet, Jesse assumed that he was awaiting orders to capture him, and much to his horror, the Russians superior was by his side within seconds after spouting some words that Jesse couldn’t understand. The Russian officer looked Jenkins in the eye, then up and down. After a short pause the officer shook his head in the ‘no’ fashion and pulled a finger across his throat. It appeared that they weren’t going to take the Ranger prisoner. Jenkins cleared his throat, and stared the Russian with the gun pointed at his head, in the eyes. Jesse said a final, silent prayer, and began thinking about Jenna again, about how he had promised to never leave her, yet he did. Then he promised to come back alive, and now . . . he felt sick to his stomach, but didn’t back down.

The Russian jabbed the barrel of his weapon into Jenkins forehead, then a loud bang sounded. A large building a couple blocks away erupted in a gigantic explosion sending strong shockwaves, even over to Jesse, who covered his eyes from the flying bits of debris and brick. After the shockwave both the Russian and his officer were both looking at the large structure crumble to the streets, the tall Russian with the AK had it to his side; Jenkins took this time to attack.

Jesse grabbed the AK rifle and kicked the taller Russian soldier behind the knee, causing him to stumble and clutch his wound in pain. Grabbing his weapon Jesse fired a barrage of rounds into the officer’s chest, ripping a dozen bloody holes into his lungs and heart, he died instantly. The previous enemy, who had just recovered from Jesse’s kick, went to stand back up, but it was too late, Jenkins latched his legs around the Russians neck and pulled him back down, finishing the job by grabbing his grandfather’s old knife and sticking the steel blade directly into the man’s neck. The attack cut his jugular and left him bleeding, gasping for air. Being someone who still respected life, Jesse ended the Russians misery with a bullet from his own weapon.

Jenkins dropped the Russian made weapon and began to search for his own, which had been lost after he was knocked unconscious. He found it quickly, the barrel sticking out of a pile of brick and cement. Jesse pulled the MK. 17 SCAR-H Battle Rifle from the debris and checked the weapon to make sure it was serviceable. After inspecting the weapon and finding it in good condition he checked the magazine currently loaded into it, which was almost empty. He expelled the old clip and replaced it with a new one, 30 rounds of 6.8 SPC ammunition, which was a nice mix between the stopping power of a 7.62, and the accuracy of a 5.56. Before 2014 FN armories didn’t release a SCAR version that could use the 6.8 round, but after considerable thought, the company decided to completely scrap 7.62mm ammunition in favor for the 6.8 round, giving the SCAR-H the new caliber, which proved immensely useful on the battlefield, and afterwards the U.S. Rangers weapon of choice became a SCAR-H chambered in 6.8 SPC ammunition.

After collecting his bearings, the Private First Class checked the streets around him in order to make sure the two Russians he killed didn’t have any pissed off friends around the corner, Jenkins crossed the street at full sprint and checked his surroundings again, trying to remember the position of the squad his unit was supposed to bail. If they survived maybe he could find them, which would prove more useful than sneaking around the city alone. Trying to remember which way to go Jenkins heard voices coming from the street corner to his right, he couldn’t tell if they were in English or Russian, so he crouched inside the doorway of an apartment complex he was next to and aimed at the corner. He wanted to be ready for whatever was coming, no matter what.

[GhostHammer]

A cool breeze swayed the tall grass as Cody pulled on Blue Thunder's reins, slowing the pace as he led his younger sister behind him down the trail on the family ranch.

Lieutenant!

Haley laughed as Cody kissed her cheek and hugged her, shaking Bryan's hand before standing and toasting the bride and groom.

Sir!

Cody tore open the door, racing down the embankment and dove into the lake. The cold water smashing into him as he broke her window to get her out. Haley's cold lifeless eyes staring at him in the murky water.

Cody!

Cody shook his head, images of his sister fading as the blazing New York sun flickered through a haze of dust and smoke swirling around Matt's concerned face. A high pitched ring rocked Cody's ears as he stood, vertigo causing him to grasp Matt as he struggled, finally standing on his own power at the ringing vanished. "You alright?"

Cody nodded. "Yes. Jesus what the fuck was that? I haven't been that rattled in years."
Matt pointed to the far end of the hangar where an entire section of wall had been reduced to rubble, a large gaping hole in the roof acting as a window the the sunlight above. "Damn Russians hit us with something. Missile by the looks of it, airs to packed for bombers to get this close."
The rattle of a .50 Cal echoed from outside followed by yells of Marines. "Contacts! Russian's are assaulting!"
"Shit. Rally up!" Cody called as he circled a pair of fingers in the air as he ducked down behind an overturned table. Three JTF2 members quickly hustled over to join him and Matt and quickly ducked down behind cover of their own. "Mike," he said motioning to a taller operator carrying an M14, "Where's Stan?"
Mike shook his head. "Not good, he took a piece of re-bar to the neck. It was quick."
"Damn it." Cody swore, peaking over the table to see dozens of Marines outside rushing to the perimeter defenses, rifles in hand. "Alright listen up, we stay on mission. Grab what you can, we're moving out in 5." he finished cocking his rifle. The other operators quickly scrambled to locate whatever gear had been strewn about by the blast when a door behind Cody slammed open. Spinning, his rifle shouldered, Cody centered his Eotech reticule on the center of the entering man's chest and placed his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. He relaxed however, when he checked the uniform, noticing the American flag boldly displayed on the sleeve. He lowered his rifle.
"Gunna be a long day Matt," he breathed, "Get the guys ready, we're leaving now." he finished as a large explosion from outside finished the sentence for him.

Matt called to their unit. "Damn rights El-Tee. Who ready?"

Cody grimaced. "We ready."

[Bodaciousbaconn]

"Listen up soldiers!" Said General Harrison as he walked into the room. "The Cuban forces are readying for their assault. Their personnel planes will be sweeping over Florida in anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. We'll sound the alarms when they are 10 minutes from deploying their paratroopers."

Jacob raised his hand, and was called on. "Sergeant Hogg, 156th Infantry. What's our attack plan, sir?"

"Our plan is to cut them off from advancing past Miami. We have troops as far north Sarasota to keep the Cubans from being able to drop in behind us." The Major General replied. "Any other question?" Just silence. "Okay men, jet geared up, saddled up, and head to your stations. Dismissed."

When the 7th finally shuffled out of the room, they headed straight for their barracks. They had been hearing rumors that the attack on the northeastern coast was already underway. They were just settling into their gear when the sirens started blaring. "Jesus, it's only been 15 minutes!" Jacob shouted. Right ten, they heard the faint hum of engines flying overhead. A private ran into the room, distressed, and shouted "They're right on top of us!" Then, a cloud of red mist shot from the man's chest, and less than a split second later, there was the crack of a sniper rifle. "Damn! Form up on the door men!" Jacob yelled. "Bailon! Get your ass out of that window and counter-snipe the bastard! Edwards, your with him!"

Edwards busted open the window the butt of his rifle, cleared out the glass, and jumped through the window, with Bailon right behind him. Edwards laid down some cover fire with his M4 as they from car to car, trying to get a clearer shot at the Cuban sniper on top of a 3 story parking garage. They settled for an abandoned SUV and set up camp. Edwards kept the Cubans off of Bailon as he set op the shot with his Barrett M82. Crack. A piece of cement flew apart as the fifty caliber bullet passed through the Cuban sniper.

"Clear!" Bailon said into his radio. Seconds later, Hogg, Nicholson, and Lebleu walked out, weapons ready, to the SUV.

"Alight guys, we gotta get to the fallback point." Jacob said. "Quick question Sarge: Where's the fallback point?" Asked Edwards. "North, so that's where we're headed. Let's roll." Jacob finished.

[SuRroundeD By 1]

Jenkins readied his rifle, his EOTech's reticle pointing straight at the street corner. He could hear the sounds of a firefight close by, it appeared that the squad he was sent to help hadn't been decimated after all. That gave him a slight hope for survival, and he once again began to concentrate on the street corner, the shouts from around it getting louder and louder. Explosions thundered in the air somewhere else in the city, the roar of anti-air weaponry firing at the support above. There was no where untouched by war, the Russians had completely taken over before U.S. and Canadian forces arrived. Even Jesse remembered the sight of hundreds of troops in the air, slowly falling to the ground in their parachutes while being shot at by flak and ground soldiers. When he had got there, the city was already in flames, the two armies navies were still in a breath taking battle on the coast. Heavy armor was rolling down Wall Street, and the Empire States building had already been toppled, the city was a mess.

The voices kept getting louder and louder, still unrecognizable due to the ear splitting noises occurring all around. Finally Jesse spotted a soldier sprint from the street corner, he waited for his squad mates to catch up. Jesse relaxed his breathing and began to lightly squeez the trigger, but he didn't fire. The three troops that had sprinted from the corner weren't wearing U.S. uniforms, however none of them wore the uniform of a Russian either. Jenkins decided to take his chance.

"Texas!" He shouted, keeping his aim on the three men, his SCAR set to fully automatic, at the range he had to fire at he would be able to control the recoil enough to spray down the three men within seconds. He waited, all the troops were sweeping the area with their eyes, they didn't see anyone. Then one of the soldiers whispered something to a buddy, who whispered back, and with that he lowered his weapon and walked away from his fellow squadmates.

"Ranger!" The man shouted, but it wasn't any American accent that Jesse had ever heard. Regardless Jesse came out of cover, keeping his weapon in both hands, but not pointed at any of the troops in front of him. None of the others pointed their weapons either though, good sign. As Jesse approached, the man who had returned the call sign began to ask a hundred questions.

"Where is your squad? What happened here? Who are you? What's your rank?" Those were the first four, after that Jesse stopped listening and took a look at the flags patched onto the man's uniform, it was Canadian.

"My squad was killed by some sort of explosion, where are you comming from?" I asked the Canadian, who looked at me with a little anger since I only answered one of his questions.

"My squad took heavy fire a few blocks down the road, it's clear from here up to there but there is no way in hell I'm going back there man, the damn ruskies are shelling the place with mortars and RPG fire." He finished and looked back at the rest of his men, who looked worn out. Jesse looked at the poor men who probably were right to leave, they didn't look like they even had the spirit left to fight. Jenkins had only seen this one other time in his life, after his first battle with the Ruskies somewhere up north of New York. There were hundreds of U.S. soldiers with the same looks on their faces, and Jesse took the same pitty on them.

"Alright, here's what we'll do. I'm going to head over that way and see if I can help get the rest of your men out of there, you guys keep looking for survivors, remember the call sign is: Texas Ranger." With that he started to sprint off into the direction of gun fire.

"Are you fuckin' crazy? I said they were shelling the place, anyone alive over there will be dead by the time you arrive!" He shouted back at me, but I ignored him and continued to run into the danger zone. The Canadian and the rest of his surviving squad mates once again began to roam the streets. I continued to sprint and about half a dozen blocks later I found a cross section that looked something like a whack-a-mole machine, with asphalt and infilstructure littering the street, and holes caused by mortar tubes. A litter farther than that was a building that resembled something like swiss cheese, with holes all over the building, and metal bars sticking out of walls. The place was a mess but the gun fire seemed to be coming straight from the building and beyond, so Jenkins continued his sprint until he reached it. Panting hard, Jesse took a moment to gather his breath and slowly entered the first door, which came off its hinges and fell down when he tried to turn the knob. The room he entered had wall paper scratched and torn in places, most of the furniture was fine, except for the couch by the outside wall, you could see the fluff sticking from everywhere around it.

Another explosion, more screams, everything seemed like hell, Jesse went through the next door, then the next. Finally he reached the other side of the building, on the other side of the wall he could hear soldiers screaming in english. He burst through the door and raised one of his hands, but as he did one of the soldiers in the building turned and aimed his weapon at Jesse's chest, slowly lowering it when he noticed the United States flag stitched onto Jenkins Kevlar armor. The man was tall, tough looking, the look of a leader, it took Jesse a moment to collect himself. The room Jesse had just burst into was a wreck, a gaping hole in the ceiling. Blood painted all four walls, and dead troops, Canadian and American were sprawled lifeless among chucks of debris, blood pooled from open wounds. This was worse than what he had seen happen to his own squad, at least they were burried by the rubble.

"We ready" The same man grimaced, and turned his attention away from Jenkins. Jesse turned his fire selector from full auto to semi automatic and joined the Canadian troopers.