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August 12th, 2013, 7:28 PM. Mountains

The Task Force 141 team was comprised of Soap, Ghost, Roach, Archer, Meat, Ozone, and Chemo. They were part of a HK, or Hunter Killer Team, in the mountains of Strawberrystan. Strawberrystan was formerly known as Tajikistan, and the former government was usurped in a bloody coup by the paramilitary group known as the Shortcakes. The former Tajikistan Government was in hiding, and had requested outside assistance. The UN had responded by sending in several teams of the vaunted TF 141.

"Soap, this is Archer. I have eyes on an enemy patrol."

"Roger that Archer. Where are they?"

"Half a click northeast of us, on patrol going to the west. You should be able to intercept and ambush in two minutes, over."

"How many?"

"I count 4 tangos, over."

"Roger that Archer." Soap flicked off his radio, and whispered to his squad. "Alright, we've got 11 bad guys half a click northeast of us, moving on patrol on the road going west. Move out!"

The team was marching up the treacherous rocks of the mountains, when Archer came over their radios.

"Soap, the patrol has stopped. I repeat, they have stopped."

"What are they doing?"

"It looks like they are digging something up... I'm not really sure what it is. Might be a bomb."

"Alright, thanks." Soap looked at his team."Move out. They stopped, so that gives us more time."

The team had finally gotten to the western road, and they had set up an ambush. Two C4 packs were buried under the road, with a tripwire strung to a flash bang in the middle. Ozone, Meat, and Chemo were on one side of the road, while Ghost, Roach, and Soap were on the other. After a few minutes of waiting, Archer came over the radio.

"Soap. The tangos have dug up a crate of weapons. They have moved out again, heading your way. I assume another 2 minutes until contact, over."

"Roger that, Archer. Soap out." He turned, and told his whole team. "No one fires until Ghost and I blow the C4. Roger?" Everyone responded with a roger.

"Ugh! I don't want to carry these anymore!" Mint Tulip whined. Peach Blush, who was also carrying the crate of weapons, nodded in agreement. The leader of the group, Angel Cake, raised her AK and cocked the gat back.

"Mint Tulip, please do not whine anymore. Strawberry does not tolerate dissent. We have to get these weapons to fuel the war effort. Now do you understand?" Mint Tulip looked down the barrel of the gun and gulped.

"Ok Angel."

"Thank you."

"Now can you put the gun down?"

"If you insist." The other in the group, Banana Twirl, was just looking around, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight. She remembered executing a family that supported the old government. She chuckled to herself. She was the point, so she noticed something glinting in the sunlight. She ran up to it, and it was a string. She twanged it, and when she did, there was a bright light and loud bang! She stumbled around, dazed. Suddenly, two explosions went off near her, and she went flying through the air, then landed many feet away. She looked down at her body in a daze, and was horrified to see that her chest was blown open, and she didn't have her right leg. She looked back at the road, at her friends. She saw that Mint Tulip was on the ground, a pool of blood under her head. Peach Blush was wildly spraying around with her AK, when two bullets slammed into her head, and she went flying back. Angel Cake hit the deck fast, but she wasn't faster than a burst of bullets that slammed into her chest.

Banana Twirl watched the whole thing, horrified. A few seconds after her friends all died, a group of soldiers got up from either side of the road. One walked up to her, and raised a pistol. The last thing she saw was the barrel of a nine.

"Alright team, regroup on me." Soap said. The team gathered around him. "It's a 4 klick walk from here to the capitol, so we should get some headway. Anyone know how long it is until dark?" Chemo checked his watch.

"One hour sir."

"Good." Soap turned on his radio. "Archer."

"Yes sir?"

"Meet us down at rally point Bravo in 10 minutes."

"Roger." Soap looked out at his squad.

"Everyone, move out!" The squad moved out.

August 12th, 2013, 10:07. Newly ne-named Shortcake Capital

Strawberry Shortcake walked through the hallways of her newly won Capital building, running her hands across the stone walls in wonder. She stepped on something, and it was a human hand. She picked it up, and handed it to her bodyguard. "Dispose of it." The bodyguard bowed and left with the hand. Strawberry kept walking, pausing sometimes to admire her forces handiwork. Bullet holes, explosive residue, and spent shell casings were everywhere. She sighed contently. She walked into her Parliament chamber, which had been converted into a war room. Her top commander, Huckleberry Muffin, quickly walked up to her, fear in his eyes. Strawberry narrowed her eyes in displeasure.

"My lord, I bring bad news. The shipment of weapons that was supposed to have been brought here an hour ago has not returned. We sent out a helicopter, and discovered their bodies on the road. They were ambushed." Everyone in the war room was quite. They all started fearfully at Strawberry. Fast as lightning, she drew her pistol and shot Huckleberry in the knees. He collapsed, screaming in pain.

"I do not tolerate loss."

"Yes! Yes, yes of course my lord! Thank you for sparing me, lord!" He quickly groveled at her feet. Strawberry chuckled, and said

"Did i say that I spared you?" Huckleberry looked up in confusion.

"My.. My lord?" Strawberry raised her hand and dismissively waved her hand, then said to her guards

"Throw him to the dogs. I understand they have not been fed in a week?" The guard nodded. "Good." Two of her guards dragged Huckleberry away, who was screaming and pleading with them to let him go. When the screaming receded and finally disappeared, she turned to the rest in the room. "Let that be a lesson to the rest of you. Now back to work!" They all jumped and scurried back to their places.