"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother."
William Shakespeare
"Speech"
'Writing'
Thought
"CONTACT RIGHT!" Pierced the air at the same time as a screech of RPGs and dull cracks of AKs meet the American patrol. The sharp crack of M4s, the short rapid bursts from the M249s, and the slightly slower but louder M240s answered the enemy fire while one could barely hear the RTO call up on the radio to the TOC to inform them that they were in a battle. "Poseidon, this is Bastard 1-4 declaring TIC at this time, over." "Roger, Bastard 1-4 declaring TIC time now, out."
As the RTO was getting his M4 up and looking for insurgents across the small mountain valley they were in, he mentally noticed the two different groups of men in multicams firing and moving to different patches of cover around him. The first group were bearded men with no name or unit patches on their uniforms. Their weapons had holographic sights with magnifiers that could be pushed to the right and out of the way. (AN-Same stuff in MW3) On the top of the rifle rails were PEQ-15s while the bottom had either M203s or foregrips. These were ODAs or more commonly United States Army Special Forces.
The other group was clean shaven, young and had 1st Infantry Division or big red one patches on in dark green and black. Their M4s had ACOGs with a few M320 under mounted here and there. All of the machine gunners had either SAWs or M240s equipped MGOs on them. These men were attachments taken from 1-26 INF Battalion or the Blue Spaders. Their whole job in this deployment to Afghanistan was to back up and reinforce when needed the ODAs on this combat tour. Only a select few were taken and did training with the ODAs and SEALs leading up to when they left to fight in the mountains and deserts of Afghanistan. Every man chosen fell under SOTF or Special Operations Task Force instead of ISAF.
"FUCK" could be heard from one of these attachments. A 19 year old dirty blonde hair and light blue-gray almost white colored eyes Specialist Blake Bradley was trying to fix a jam in his M4 caused by a spent cartridge. This never happened in video games or movies randomly went through his head of the smallish 5 foot 9 inches man as he tried desperately to get the cartridge out so he could stay in the fight and not die in this random valley among the snowcapped mountains.
Blake had been in country for about five months now where the first three was with SEALs before the got replaced by the ODAs around him. After what seemed like hours but was only about a few seconds he got the spent cartridge out and loaded a fresh round into his weapon, bringing it up to get back into the fight.
Unnoticed behind him was small blue flame seemingly floating around waist high slowly growing bigger and almost pulsating. This blue flame didn't move as it grew bigger behind the young soldier or even flare as a RPG exploded to the left of it. As SPC Bradley fired a round after round at the Taliban fighters and took fire from said fighters the flame continued to grow.
"A-10 INBOUND!" was heard throughout the fighting causing him to take a quick glance up and around to see that plane with its big gun that almost was like a snot of a pig send its 30MM rounds at the enemy. BRRRRRRT was heard as the slow, straight winged jet descended into the valley. Across the valley larges clumps of dirt, trees and various items snapped, turned into dust or splintered. As soon as the A-10 had started its climb up out of the valley to do a another pass the fighting almost seemed to stop for a few seconds then started back up with a notable drop of fire coming from the Taliban. Soon that stopped all together as the A-10 descended into the valley again for its second gun run. BRRRRRT was heard as it destroyed the enemy forces and positions.
"SOUND OFF, anyone hurt?" called out the ODA captain leading the patrol. "All accounted for with no injuries." Came from team leaders after looking over their men, checking for equipment and injuries. SPC Bradley was standing up about to start heading across the valley to check the dead for intel and ID them when a mortar round landed five meters in front of him, peppering him with shrapnel and launching him back into the now large and pulsating rapidly blue flame. As soon as he touched the flame still in midair, the flame flashed and SPC Blake Bradley, of the 1-26 INF, assigned to SOTF-SE vanished from this world. At the same time of that flash, around the world his dress uniform, car, clothes, spare uniforms and gear vanished from his room back on the FOB and back at his Dad's house. On that day he was declared MIA/KIA with no body, they couldn't declare him out right dead.
Harry Potter Universe
"Now that we have our three champions…" Dumbledore said with his hands wide open and seemingly like an old circus announcer with his long, white beard almost to the floor and flashy robes that only he is known for stopped mid speech. He stared at the magical item known as the Goblet of Fire changed its flames from the blue to red, almost as if it was going to choose another champion despite already choosing three.
Of course Dumbledore already knew this was going to happen ever since the faux Moody had one of his spiked lemon drops after the start of the year feast. He knew Tom's plan and his goal to use the tournament to get his body back and kill Harry Potter. He wasn't going to stop it because to finally stop Tom once and for all, Harry needed to die and when he did the prophecy would be fulfilled. Then he would come in and defeat Tom, not kill him and be known forever as the man who stopped two dark lords. It was all for the Greater Good.
The three champions standing behind him were looking at goblet wondering what was going on, was this some part of the tournament? Some new test or challenge to see how they do with no preparation? They were not the only ones as all of Hogwarts and her guests were wondering something along the same lines.
Harry Potter, a small and under fed raven haired teen was watching while hoping that it didn't involve him this time. "Hermione, do you have any idea what is going on?" Harry asked the bushy brown haired girl next to him. She had read up on the tournament as soon it was announced and would be one of the few who might know what was happening in with the Goblet.
"No, this hasn't happened in any of the previous times of the tournament." She replied with a frown marring her face, trying to think what it might be.
"Maybe they decided to add a bit more action to it this time?" This came from a tall, red headed boy who was eating some chocolate frogs even though he just got done stuffing his face during the Halloween feast. Ron was never one to think beyond money, fame or food.
Just as Hermione was about to say something, the goblet flame flashed and instead of a piece of paper Dumbledore was expecting, a man with clothes that looked like splotches of brown, green, and tan appeared flying towards the head table and the three school champions. After soaring though the air for about three feet the strange man land and skidded two more feet on his stomach. At the same time of the flash a bright blue car, with a black hood and white rims along with several large boxes appeared near the doors. Hardly anyone paid attention to this when they realized the growing pool of blood coming from the weirdly dressed man.
As soon as the she spied the blood Madam Pomfrey launched into action, quickly moving over the table, surprising some of the students. As she moved next to him she realized he was wearing some kind of partial armor that was the same color and pattern as his clothing and that on his side was a black…thing with a two openings on it, one smaller but longer and narrower tube and under that for half the distance a much wider tube.
As she turned him over with every pairs of eye and one magical eye on her she say the extent of the damage to this young man. His arms and legs had small holes in them sending out blood and his face had cuts and burn marks on it. Embedded in thick, one piece of sunglasses were several small, irregular shaped metal. She realized that this saved his eyesight but saw that he was losing a lot of blood.
Quickly she took off his helmet and realized that it was heavier the she thought, followed by the strange armor with its many compartments with slim black boxes in them. After it was off she realized that she had to stop the blood loss or he would die before she could get him to hospital wing. "Does anyone here know first aid or healing spells?" she called out to the room.
"Oui, M-Madame I have zome healer training." Replied the French champion, Fleur Delacour. She looked like a goddess with blonde hair, light blue eyes. She was taller than most girls but nimble and elegant.
"I know first aid." Called out Harry as he moved up to help. As he got closer he saw on this young man's right shoulder was a black and white flag that had a slightly shiny surface along with a green chest with a black one on it under the flag.
"I'm going to vanish his clothes to see the full extent of his injuries. Miss Delacour, I will need you to start healing the burns and small cuts. Mr. Potter, I will need you to clean up as much blood off him as possible." Both teens nodded their heads quickly and looked at the boyish face of this stranger with his dark tan, short crop dark blonde hair and large full lips that any girl would love to have.
Madam Pomfrey then vanished his top, pants, tan boots, tan t-shirt and green socks that left him in black, tight briefs. If he wasn't bleeding on the ground and getting paler by the second most of the girls would have massive blushes across their faces. This man was fit with a full six pack, ripped but not huge muscles, like the prefect mix of a swimmers and body builder's body.
On the left side of his chest, above his heart was a tattoo of a crossed set of muskets done in plain black ink that stood out even more with his white, paling skin. As Fleur began healing his facial burns and cuts and Harry began wiping the blood off his arms and legs with cloth conjured by the resident healer as said healer started to vanish the metal pieces in his body out and closed his more serious wounds that she could see.
As Harry was wiping away blood he saw another set of tattoos going down his arms. The left arm tattoo was not a creature or things but a series of words that were Only the Dead have seenthe end of War while on the right outside should was a knights helmet and shield with a boars head on the shield and below that the words Vigilance et Audax.
Soon the bleeding was stopped and all of his wounds healed and the burns removed that Pomfrey felt that he could now be moved to the hospital wing. Having conjuring a stretcher and moving this young man on to it she immediately sent out to the hospital to get him on a potions diet and make sure nothing else happened that could threaten his life.
As soon she was out of the door after having to go around the various large black boxes and brightly colored car that look almost like an crouching tiger did all of the noise that had vanished when the stranger came out of the flames erupted.
Alright this chapter has been rewritten with only a few things changed. Grammar and flow have been improved and Acronyms meanings have been added.
AK-Any Kalashnikov rifle like AK-47 or AK-74.
RPG-Rocket Propelled Grenade. Cheap, anti-armor and building rocket that isn't very accurate past 100 yards.
M320-Single shot grenade launcher that can be mounted under a rifle or used as a standalone system. Fires a 40MM grenade that is good out to 350 meters. It replaces the M203.
M4-standard issue weapon to U.S. military. Jams easily in just about any conditions and built by the lowest bidder. Fires the 5.56 MM bullet or .223 caliber for civilian version.
SAW-M249 Squad Automatic Weapon. Most common machine gun used in U.S. military currently. Fires same round as M4 with a tracer ever fifth round. About as reliable as the M4.
M240-The machine gun that replaced the M60. Shots slower the M60 and is a little heavier but much more reliable. Dearly beloved by their users.
RTO-Radio Transmission Officer. The radioman. He is chosen usually randomly from lower enlisted ranks, given a more in-depth knowledge on how to use radio then spends time following platoon's LT or who is in charge of current operation like lost puppy while relaying info.
TOC-Tactical Operations Center. Your Higher Ups back at the COP or FOB you left from. "Big Brother".
ACOG-Advanced Combat Optical Gunsight. Fixed 4x power scope that is built to take a beating. No batteries needed. Cost more than the weapon it's mounted on.
TIC-Troops In Contact. To see when and how long you were in contact with the enemy for that nice little After Action Review when you get back to base.
ODA-Operational Detachment-Alpha. "Green Berets".
MGO-Machine Gun Optics. A heavier duty ACOG.
ISAF-International Security Armed Forces.