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Hello! This is my first fan fiction, so I apologize if I lack in proper writing etiquette, but I'll do my best. Please leave constructive criticism and maybe some tips so I can improve on what I know. Now with that out of the way, read along!
Nervousness filled the small space inside of the UH-Y1 VENOM transport helicopter, inhabiting four passengers, two gunners, and the pilot. Watching the scenery of the city go by, Pvt. Grant slouched in his seat, filled with a sense of worry. He heard the bullets, explosions, and every other sound of war in the distance, and this only added to the discomfort. He immediately began regretting his decisions, leaving his wife and three year old daughter to go fight in a war, to fulfill duty, to serve the United States. In truth, he was scared. He had to make it back alive. He shook off his worry and began focusing on what was important.
"Alright, I can't be weak now. I need to be strong. If I become weak, then I spent all that time training as a wasted effort. Remember what you're fighting for. I WILL return to my family. I WILL serve my country and fight. I WILL be strong!"
He thought to himself, regaining composure. Though this helped, he still had fear. Cpl. Enderes, the medic of the squad, looked over at his long time friend. They had been best friends since basic training. "Hey Grant. Look at me," He calmly ordered, and Grant did as he said. "We're going to be okay. Remember, I got your back." Cpl. Enderes said reassuringly. "And I you." Pvt. Grant responded with a small crack of a smile. Cpl. Enderes raised his arm towards Pvt. Grant, and formed his hand into a fist. Feeling better, Pvt. Grant did the same, and they shared in a "Brofist', as they called it.
Pvt. Heckfar, in the other seat, silently held his JNG-90 rifle upright and adjusted his scope. "What's with the silence Heck'?" Cpl. Enderes asked. "Just enjoying the calm before the storm. I want to relax before I look death in the eyes." Pvt. Heckfar responded. This brought back a bit of the uneasiness to Pvt. Grant, but he knew he was safeguarded. He had Enderes, Heckfar, the sergeant, and the entire U.S. Valkyrie and its occupants at his side. Emerging from the co-pilot seat, Sgt. Bellar rejoined with his squad. "We're nearly there. Gentlemen, I want each of you to remember that this is real. These are real bullets, real tanks, and real people trying to kill you. I want you all to also know that my first priority is to get you out of this alive. Each of you are remarkable soldiers and I'm honored to fight along side you. Understand?" He said to his men.
This was new. Sgt. Bellar had always been hard on them, pushing them over the line many times. Hearing those words from Bellar was the best thing they had heard all day. With smiles, the squad nodded to their officer. "Good. Now let's go show the other squads that we kick much more ass than the others." He said with teeth showing from his smile, something even newer, almost to a weird extent.
Now heavily inspired, Pvt. Grant did not think emotionally, but he thought tactically. Sgt. Bellar played the role of both squad leader and ammunition support, with his LSAT light machine gun cradled in his arms, along with the XM25 airburst. Cpl. Enderes, as the medic, was wielding his M416 assault rifle, with defibrillators on his belt. Pvt. Heckfar had his JNG-90 sniper rifle, his PLO, and a few packets of C4 explosives. Then Pvt. Grant surveyed his own setup. He was an assault trooper, with his M320 grenade launcher, and a small medical pack with bandages and such. He inspected his own weapon, which was a MK11 Mod 0, a designated marksmen rifle, with an ACOG sight and a flashlight.
He then began noticing the flaws of the squad. They had no engineer, so they would most likely have to attack purely as infantry. If a tank were to show up, all they could do was hope Pvt. Heckfar could successfully plant C4 without getting killed. He also noted that each member had a supportive element to the squad except for him. The only way in which he felt more proficient than the others was that he was a much better driver. Very good in fact, but that's all he knew. But, he also noted that this squad would excel in medium range combat, as their weapons are suited for it.
With all of that in mind, he noticed that the gunfire was getting louder. Looking into the distance, at the heart of the city, he saw the insanity. Tanks, helicopters, parachutes, and explosions. He knew that was where he was going. The first moment he signed the papers to join the military, he knew this would happen. He felt gravity become slightly stronger, and the side doors slid open. He looked at his squad mates, all nodding to each other, grabbed his bearings, and stepped off the helicopter onto the hard cement.