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Noel Pennent 9 years, 6 months ago.
Noel PennentsaidPart One: Operation Cracked Location: Vietnam There was nothing greater, thought Sergeant Wade- than this moment, his team in place, waiting to strike, the other side, had no clue where the troopers in his team were placed as they moved in for the kill. Battle was glorious. His team was an international task force, special forces soldiers from across the world, American, British, French, Austrailian. Each different in culture, upbringing and out look but all, to a man (and woman) the best soldiers in the world. Wade, on consideration, was probably the best of the best, his stats- his kills and succesful missions better than anyone else here. Moving passed a burned out building, he was finally in position, he clicked the mic on his headset, "Sergeant Wade, in position, ready to commence. Kick ass." He waited, patiently, for the members of his team to respond as ready, one, two three and... where was four? Sergeant Cherry didn't respond, she, the only woman on the team, should have been in position, top cover over on the right flank, nothing... and then, all hell broke loose. They must have been spotted by the enemy, the sound of an explosion then the zing of bullets followed shortly by the loud report, the world seemed to slow, as if a game and the graphics slowed up with the sudden frenzy of activity. Bravery the better side of valour Wade wasted no time in jumping into action. No chance of him being killed, too skilled, too good, the ultimate super soldier straight off the production line without any need to prove his worth, it was just expected... he would win. He moved in, rifle firing, grenades thrown, cutting down enemy soldiers, one, two, three... he was a machine, death followed in his wake, he screamed into his microphone as he moved, a battle cry, he saw two of his team move in too, in similar style, this was special forces fighting at it's best, yet still, no sign of Sergeant Cherry until... then. There she was, trapped, seemingly, against a brick wall, it seemed like she was stuck under heavy fire, bullets kicking up dirt all around her, the only place she could go was into the wall and that's what she seemingly does, Wade knew this was bad, he knew what was coming... a soldier's worst nightmare, the worst thing that could happen, something that would give him cause to suffer years of PTSD, to make him a jaded, dangerous... but ultimately cool character... And then it came. SgtCherry has left the party. Rudy grunted and then yelled out, "Well fuck you then lady! She better get a fucking decent router soon!" After some lambasting from those team mates left remaining in the Call of Duty Black Ops team party he pulls the headset off and throws it off to one side in a huff, he logs off. ShadowSoldier_BIGBalls has left the party. He raised a middle finger to the two cohorts of his sat in the mouldy, musky old public house in London, it passed for a house, it was supposed to be a business, the hive of criminal activity he, since a child (thanks Guy Ritchie) had dreamed of, he was going to be the big don boss. Sadly, and, so far, he'd only managed to make himself a moderatley succesful drug dealer, mostly weed, poppers and anfetamines. His two 'friends' were sat there bagging up the ganja ready to be sold on (it wasn't like he had a network of dealers, his two mates spent about as much time smoking the product as they did dealing). He sat there, brooding, he wanted more from life, he wanted something better than London, it wasn't what it once was, his mind drifted once more, to America, land of opportunity, a place a man could really make a living selling drugs, he could be Scarface, only without the tragic ending. His mind drifted further, to Sergeant Cherry, they'd spoke so much over games of CoD, he didn't know much (but probably knew more than he should), she was called Grace, she lived in a place called Hathian, he'd looked it up on google. Didn't seem like a nice place but then again, neither was the East End of London and the weather was shite. Lighting up a joint he takes that first draw, splurts out a cough and slumps into his gamers chair, his mind drifts further, though resolution was building... To Be Continued... |
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