Hey everyone I'd like to say thank you for giving this a chance. This is my first fanfic and I'm using a OC as the main focus for the story. It may be a little hard to get into at first but I plan on making alot more interesting as things go on. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Routine

It was cold. Colder than it has been all week. The cramped and uncomfortable seats of the MWRAP didn't help with PJs mood either. The crackling of radio commands echoed through the vehicles interior, barely drowning out the distant gunfire. Whoever decided it was a great idea to invade the Ukraine just when winter started deserves to be punched in the goddamn throat he thought to himself. PJ reached for his fleece zipper under his IOTV vest and pulled it higher in a futile attempt to stave off the cold airs embrace. Shivering slightly he gazed out the window to his left looking at the destruction of the once beautiful city of Kiev. The Russians were fighting tooth and nail for every inch of the city but we're steadily being pushed back by the American forces. Kiev international airport was now a major point for funnelling in new troops and armor units, thus the Russians were making it a priority to harass the airport before the inevitable offensive. Before savon could muse further, a pat on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

"Hey Pocknett, think we'll get any action on this patrol?" This question came from Airman Tim Dowe, the teams designated marksman.

"I hope not considering how this past week has been, most likely we will." PJ groaned at the idea of taking fire.

"Yea, I heard the guys from last week got hammered but were able to bug out before bug out before anything serious happened."

"They got really lucky. I don't know how that humvee took a missile and kept going."

"Someone's watching over them."

"This whole war is a mistake." Said a raspy and annoyed voice from up front.

Dowe and Soares looked forward to the origin of the voice in the front passenger seat. The figure alternated between looking at the map and the road before glancing back at them.

"What do you mean Staff Sergeant?" Dowe inquired.

Staff sergeant David Eggleston glanced back at the map before continuing.

"We just got out of a war in the middle east and now we're jumping into another conflict. We're not as strong as we used to be and this war will bite us in the ass." The words dripped with disdain.

"Well Congress likes to play world police so what do you expect." PJ stated matter-of-factly.

"Well someone has to do it." Heavy gunner Senior Airman Ryan Bechard said lamely.

"And that is why other countries don't like us, Bechard." The driver Staff Sergeant Greg Pfindel said.

PJ gazed back out the window as the others continued their discussion. Unlike the others he didn't find the same comfort in bickering about everything like his teammates did on every patrol. He rather be looking out into the wasteland of the former city or dozing off in the gunners seat. It let him ponder on why he joined the Air Force in the first place. Some fantasy of glory or the thrill of combat. Being in for almost 2 years and spending about four of those months fighting in the Ukraine drained those delusions out of him. Still he enjoyed it in a crazy way. It was hell of a lot better than what he was doing at home. Working two part time jobs and sitting on the couch playing video games wasn't as fun as it used to be. That's why he joined up with the USAF Security Forces.

By the time the arguing stopped they had pulled into the makeshift airbase that was formerly Kiev International. Upon arriving the convoy team was debriefed and released for the remainder of the night. PJ made his way back to his room exhausted. Stripping his vest and helmet before grounding his weapons by his bed, he wasted no time in heading to his rack for some sleep not bothering to shed his boots or pants just his upper garments. The week had been quiet and despite the feeling he had in his stomach that it felt wrong, he did think it was nice to enjoy the peace. Even if for a little while.

The air raid siren blared throughout the room as PJ jerked up from his bed. Hopping out he stole stole a glance at his watch. 2246. It's only been two hours. What the hell is going on. PJ slipped on his thermal shirt before putting his IOTV over it. Before he could grab his M4, Dowe burst through the door, a look of desperation painted on his face.

"Pocknett, we're getting hit. Grab your shit and let's go." He barked.

PJ strapped his M9 holster to his leg and grabbed his M78 tomahawk before clipping on his one point sling for his M4.

"Whats going on?" He asked while running out the door after Dowe. Dowe continued down the hallway where the sound of gunfire grew louder.

"The russians are attacking with rockets and ground troops are advancing with demolition equipment. Orders are to hold the airstrip." Dowe stated. We continued outside and PJ saw how bad it was. Many buildings were caved in or completely destroyed. "The rest of the team is at point bravo holding off ground troops." Dowe grunted catching PJs attention. "We're to meet with-"

Dowes radio crackled to life. "Attention all units, point delta has stopped checking in and we believe enemy contacts have made it through. Any available units move to intercept."

"That's near the hangars. We're closest, let's go Pocknett." Dowe yelled as he took off.

PJ nodded and ran after Dowe. They headed down the taxiway towards the hangar bay. Coincidently that's where munitions where also being held. PJ knew that if they lost the dump then it could lead to them losing the city. Dowe motioned for him to stop as they reached the hangar.

"Doors are open, looks like they're already inside." Dowe grimaced. "Should we wait for backup" He looked to PJ not knowing what to do.

Before he could answer a whirring noise accompanied by bluish light erupted from the hangar. PJ and Dowe moved in front of the hangar doors and gazed inside. Sitting in the middle of the hangar bay was a rectangular box with two connected rings moving in a circular motion. Between the two rings was a bluish orb that pulsated every 3 seconds.

" What the hell.." Dowe trailed off staring at the device in awe.

" I've never seen anything like this before."

The two absentmindedly walked up to the device. A holographic interface popped up on the rectangular support followed by a synthetic Russian voice.

"Don't suppose you know any Russian?" I asked.

"Nope."

PJ sighed and gazed at the device. The design was sleek and smooth. Like something out of a Sci Fi flick. Suddenly the rings stopped moving and the orb began pulsating quicker. Dowe and PJ backed up slowly now alarmed by the sudden change. Exchanging nervous glances they stared at the device as the pulsing grew quicker until it became still.

Bang

A burst of energy erupted from the orb and sent the two off their feet. Following the orb was a whooshing noise. PJ glanced up to see everything around the hangar gravitating towards the orb. Looking around frantically he saw Dowe holding on to the door trying not to get dragged away. PJ wasn't as lucky as he was getting closer to the orb now 3 times the size. He watched in horror as objects that got too close were disintegrated. PJ futilely clawed at the floor trying to stop himself from being pulled in.

"Pocknett shoot the console." Dowe yelled.

PJ whipped over to his back and aimed his M4 at the box. Everything slowed around him, the noise around him dulled to a whisper. As he began squeezing squeezing the trigger the he could hear his heartbeat quicken. He hit the the box and then everything went black.

I wanted to start off with something relevant in the world today and something that may end up happening, though I hope it doesn't. But this mainly was used to set up a little background for our protagonist. Please comment and review on what you think I should improve, what's good, what's bad anything please and thank you all