Soldiers of Freedom
By: DJ Urie
Set during the Russian invasion.
See it from all sides.
American Spec Ops story, Intro,
The start
"Half of the squad is gone, and you want us to continue the mission!?" Drake slammed his fist into the wall leaving a small dent. Gun fire echoed through the corridors, bouncing off of the buildings old concrete walls. "It's not up to me, command gives the orders and we follow them." Drake grew angrier. "How are we supposed to this with three men, it was intended for an entire squad?" Red massaged his forehead. "This wasn't supposed to happen, fuck!"
Chapter 1, it's not so bad.
Three hours earlier.
"A beer, an ice cold, straight from the can, beer." Jax put his head back and sighed. The humvee was treading on tuff terrain and the rain wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. "That sounds like heaven right about now" said Mark who was picking at an apple with his knife. "When you're in hell, everything sounds like heaven" Drake said, watching the road carefully. The Russian forces had moved into New York early in their arrival. It was one of the first major cities to be taken, along with Huston and Los Angeles. The Roughnecks, lead by Lt. Alex Redman "Red", had been dispatched to recover important Intel from Ft. Drum. The squad was battle hardened and spent most of the beginning days of the invasion on the front lines. The Roughnecks consisted of six highly trained special operatives. Jax handled explosives, and was easily one of the best demolition ops Red had ever seen. Drake was not only one the best hand to hand combat specialist, but he was also a fine rifleman. Mark was the wise cracking, ass kicking, badass every squad needs. Axe was the squad medic, nervous, and easily spooked. He was the youngest in the squad and was often picked on by Jax and Mark. Ghost, the squad sniper, didn't talk. But he was one hell of a shot and that's all Red needed. Red was a born leader. He would be the first on the field and the last off. His squad was his family; he spent more time with them then his real family. "This rain just keeps on coming and coming. It's making me fucking depressed." "Drake, everything makes you depressed." Mark threw a piece of apple at the back of Drakes head. "Hey fuck-ass, I'm driving here!" "Both of you, for the love of god, shut up!" Red shouted, which spooked Axe like always. "Sorry boss" both of them exclaimed. "How far are we from the drop off point?" "About five minutes, these roads are crazy and the rain doesn't help much. Ghost sat in the back, loading bullets into his clip. Ghost liked the rain, it was soothing and peaceful. He pulled his mask over his head and jammed the clip into his prized sniper. "I have to piss man, like really bad." Mark squirmed in his seat. "What are fucking five!?" Jax punched Mark in the arm. "Come on, we haven't see anything for miles, and I have to piss like a motherfucker." Red looked at him with a face of confusion. "Are you serious right now?" "Please boss, I'll feel like a new man." Red rubbed his forehead. "Stop the humvee Drake, the five year old has to piss." Mark smiled from ear to ear. Drake shook his head and pulled over slowly. "Have fun getting wet dumbass" Jax pushed Mark out of the Humvee. "Honestly is this kid a complete idiot?" Drake said, turning off the truck. Mark ran over to the side of the road and found his tree of choice. "Don't look guys, I know it's tempting but restrain yourselves!" Jax let out a small laugh. He stuck his head out the window. "I just want a peak man!" Mark zipped up his pants and turned around. He was about to say something but he was cut off by a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Jax's jaw dropped and Drake threw his hands over his head. Bullets rained down on the Humvee. Mark fell to his knees with his hand on his arm. Another shot went straight through his leg. Jax kicked open the door. He fired back with three controlled bursts. Meanwhile Ghost leaped out of the back of the truck and took cover. Red and Axe joined him, while Drake grabbed his gun. "Axe, we need to get Mark behind the Humvee now!" Red grabbed Axe's arm. "Drake, Jax give us some cover, now!" Drake and Jax slammed the triggers of their guns and fired rapidly. Ghost tried to zero in on the enemies position. Red ran over to Marks side and laid down covering fire. Axe threw Marks arm over his shoulder and moved him over to the humvee. But before they could make it, a sting shocked Axe's right leg and he fell to the ground. Red noticed it immediately and ran over to them. "Fucking fuck! Axe come on! Get up!" Bullets still flew though the air, hitting the humvee. "I spot five on the hill to the east." Ghost let off a shot from his sniper. "Four." Axe pulled himself up to the humvee. "Shit, my leg, my fucking leg, oh shit!" Red crouched down next to him and grabbed his face. "Look at me, you're fine ok? That's a fucking scratch; you need to help Mark, now!" Axe shook his head and moved over to Mark. Blood was spewing from his mouth. Another bullet had entered his chest. "Mark you need to look at me, keep your eyes open and breathe!" Mark coughed and grabbed Axe's hand tightly. His eyes began to close slowly. "No, Mark you fucking stay with me, you're not leaving son!" Red grabbed Mark's free hand. Axe looked into Marks eyes. "Morphine" said Mark faintly. Axe looked at Red, Red looked at Axe. "Fucking do it!" Axe took out a morphine shot and stabbed it into Marks leg. Shots continued to hit the humvee while Jax and Drake continued their assault. Ghost let off another shot, dropping a Russian to the ground. Marks eyes closed. Red rubbed his forehead and ripped off Marks dog tags. He moved over to Ghost. "What do you got Ghost, give me something." "More are coming, it looks like ten now." He stopped talking immediately. "RPG!" Everyone stopped firing. "Shit! Move, everyone fucking move!" The squad ran from the humvee into the woods behind them. The RPG hit the humvee with a thunderous shot. An explosion rocked the ground beneath the Roughnecks. It sent Axe flying into a nearby tree and Jax rolling into the damp ground. It was quiet. The only sound was rain and the fire burning on the humvee. Ghost took a deep breath. He looked around. He saw Drake and Red, but no sign of Axe or Jax. He grabbed his sniper and crawled over to Drake. The rain was hitting the ground very hard. Ghost looked at Drake, he was breathing. "Drake, wake up." He smacked him in the face. Drake popped up, but Ghost threw him back down and put his hand over his mouth. "Quiet." Drake looked at Ghost and moved his hand away from his mouth. Red began to move. He looked over at the two. "What's going on?" Ghost moved over to Red, Drake followed. "Look over there." Ghost pointed to the group of Russian soldiers moving through the woods. There were no less than twenty of them. The fire from the wreck was being put out by the rain now. Red's eyes widened. Jax was crawling right in front of the group of Russians. He was bleeding from his arm pretty bad. Drake tried to run out to him but Red pulled him back. "Stop Drake, stop, there are too many of them, there's nothing we can do, stop!" Drake fought but couldn't get free. "I'm sorry but we can't, it's too late." Someone came out in front of the pack of Russians. He was bald and wearing a black trench coat. In his right hand was a pistol. He stepped on Jax's back. He screamed out in pain, the rain smacking his face. A tear fell from Drakes face. "I'm sorry" he said quietly. The man cocked the pistol and pulled the trigger. The bullet went through Jax's head with ease. "This is our land now! You are not welcome here!" The man smiled and signaled to one of his comrades. Two of them came to the front and through another body next to Jax. It was Axe, bloody and battered. The man grabbed Axe's face and shoved it right next to Jax's dead corpse. Axe screamed, spit flying from his mouth. "No, you fucking asshole, I'll kill you!" The man threw Axe to the ground. "You will be our messengers! You will tell your superiors that we will show no mercy to trespassers. This land is ours now, you are the vermin of the world and we exterminated you!" He cocked his pistol again. Axe closed his eyes as he knew what was coming. The man put the gun to the side of Axe's head. "So young, so naïve, so stupid." He let off the shot and Axe fell hard to the ground. The man signaled to all of the other Russians and they began to leave the area. Red let go and Drake fell to the ground. Ghost sighed. He ran over to the side of his comrades. He couldn't look at them but he kneeled down and panted. Red walked over to him and put his hand over his mouth. He bent down and grabbed the dog tags from around their necks. "We have to go Drake, find a radio and get out of here." Drake spun around and grabbed Red's neck. "You killed them! Why didn't we do anything? We just stood there and watched it happen!" Red threw him off. "There were too many of them Drake! We would be dead right now to, and that would solve nothing!" Drake scratched his head. Red held out his hand, offering some help up. Ghost came up behind Red. "Our radio was in the humvee, we're going to need to find a station to contact command." "Yeah, I know where we are, there's actually a radio tower about two clicks to the west of here, but there's no doubt going to be Russian forces there." Drake stood up and cocked his rifle. "That's ok; I'm in the mood for killing."
Chapter 2, just the three of us.