To Chopin's Raindrop Prelude.
A/N: The song from Halo 3's Believe ad, pretty epic if you ask me, especially in this situation.
6/23/16 20:23 Eastern European Time
Athens, Greece
Ultra nationalist forces have pushed all the way to Greece, The US and British forces desperately attempt to defend it.
"GRENADE, GET DOWN!"
"Tango 47 we're being overrun! Need extra-arghh!"
"Fall back, fall back now!"
"Delta 78, do you copy? Delta 78 respond."
"Ultranationalists have taken Athens, all Parachute Regiment forces, you have permission to drop"
" 'Bout damn time," Lieutenant Colonel Joseph "Shade" Stone, complained loading a clip into his SCAR-H.
"Bloody Yanks, always getting themselves screwed over" Lance Corporal Keichi "Shock" Yosuke retorted.
"It's so hard to find good help, these days." Sargent Alice "Silence" Adams added.
"Come on, that's our cue, lets jump" Private First Class Matthew "Warp" Pharaoh, said as he threw himself off from the cargo jet. The other three followed him. Rockets streaked across the night sky, flak lit it up like a Christmas tree. Explosions were ornaments on said tree, and the burning buildings was the pedestal of destruction. Landing on the charred ground, the team snapped instantly into action. A pair SAS soldiers were running from fire, in vain the Russians cut them down.
"Reaper 71 in position, we've been engaged!" Shade yelled into his radio. Firing into a Russian soldier's chest. Warp ran from ruined building to the next, burps of his P90, hip firing into the crowd of soldiers. Silence was already hidden in apartment building, the ring of her Intervention piercing the night. Shock was no where to be seen. A squad of Russian soldiers took cover in a building.
"Ahahahahahaha! Boom, bitch!" Shock popped up from behind a wrecked M1A1 tank and fired a RPG-7 rocket into the building. Shock always seemed to enjoy his work a little too much.
"Command, Area secure, you can send whatever guys you have left" Shade reported into his radio.
"Fighting with regular ground troops? Isn't our job supposed to be jumping into hell?" Warp inquired.
"No, making sure its crowded there is" Shade darkly said. Whatever scraps of units the British and US could scrape together were converging.
"Command to all ground forces, secure the remainder of Athens, close air support and airstrikes are offline until the long range SAM batteries in the Parthenon are neutralized."
"Copy that, Command, Reaper 71, out"
"Orders, sir?" Silence asked
"We've got a SAM battery preventing us from getting any kind of air support, they need to go".
Half an hour of brutal street fighting, Silence's bullets whizzing overhead, Shock's rockets detonating followed my his semi-maniacal laughing, Warp's calm and collected sub machine-gun bursts, and Shade's fierce assault rifle blasts.
"Finally, we're at this bloody place" Warp said exhausted, loading a fresh clip into his sub machine-gun.
"Ready?" Shade asked looking back at his team. They nodded. They charged in, Shock's classic battle cry of "Boom, bitch" filled the air as. Warp just rolled his eyes as he down another target. Shade simply shrugged, firing at any Ultra nationalist left standing by Shock's rocket barrage. Silence sniped the guards of the SAM batteries.
"Heh heh heh, Art is a bang!" Shock muttered as he set a cluster of plastic explosives on the turrets.
"Alright charges set, everybody, lets get the hell outta here!" Shock announced. When they got within a safe distance.
"Heh, this day ain't turnin' out so bad, huh Shade?" Shock laughed.
"My definition of bad or yours?" he responded.