Quick note! I wrote chapters 1 - 6 and then didn't write anything for literally years haha. So Chapter 7 quality improves awkwardly and so does language. Hopefully you don't mind! Also, a lot of the stuff in this story is Fiction. As in like how you get to pick your weapon, and stuff like that. All of this is for fun, and a lot of it is my imagination. Not meant to be super realistic, but more Call of Duty/for fun haha. Anyways, enjoy! :).
My name is Jake Boston, I'm a soldier. I used to do dogs, but now I'm just a normal troop. Well, not completely normal. I'm one of the Army's best dog scouts, and they have no problem admitting that. I was always interested in the Army, and good in the dog training. In fact, I saved 21 men's lives one day when I was able to tell that my dog found a minefield. We were blindly walking right into it, the result of such an accident like that is hard to even imagine. I've been the best in Dog scouting ever since. That's why I became a regular troop… to become the best there too.
3 Months Later
The faces of past defeats forged by flame flicked themselves outward. They licked at the entire room engulfing everything in a split second. Then... everything was dark…
Earlier
Sgt. Boston
March 19th 2004
Al Habbaniyah, Iraq
I felt the weight of my M16. I tossed it up about six inches and let it land in my gloves. I closed one eye and held its aim up to the other. I moved it away from me, moved my head back, and looked at it from left to right. And put it on my back. I grabbed an Mk 22 and dropped it in my Sidearm Pocket.
"Let's head out." commander Kneel whispered. Sgt. Punter opened the door and the team jogged through a grassy field to a small burnt town. My radio quietly gave orders as we walked.
"Take offensive positions."
I headed into the town and took cover behind a building. Everything was still quiet.
"Boston, give us cover when we're spotted." My radio ordered.
I walked into a badly demolished building, went up the stairs, and grabbed the handles of a lethal looking turret.
"Gotcha" I replied into my Radio.
A UH-60 Black Hawk flew down and dropped some enemies off on the other side of the area.
"Enemy Chopper, units are moving in" I warned. The commander gave some hand signals and the team, staying hidden, moved up to the sides of the next row of buildings.
"Take them out after they pass." He whispered into the radio. I aimed the turret at some further back targets as the first enemy ran past the ambush area.
When I dared look for a split second at that first enemy the sight that met my eyes was chilling. Machine Gun Rattles of at least 5 Automatic Rifles Chattered and the unit flew onto the ground in the middle of a fresh layer of blood on the concrete.
"Fire at will!" the radio screamed. My turret burst to life with enormous power stopping an enemy dead in his tracks with a flying blur of splattered blood behind him and he hit the floor. I swayed the turret to the left and let out another ear splitting chatter of gunfire, shooting off someone's arm.
The rest of the team by now was out and in the action, from my second story position I could see the yellow blurs flying back and fourth at the two sides. I could see units falling on either side; I was especially worried about those falling on our side. I couldn't just stop, though, I let the turret do its job and continue blowing the life out of those who were threatening that of mine. I watched the head of the enemy I was aiming at explode and I smiled, for he had been aiming at me.
It ended as fast as it started with the falling of the last few enemies. A medic walked over to one of our team members who had been shot. He talked to him for a few seconds and then helped him up.
"Sgt. Rack won't be moving on." He said into the radio. I frowned. One man was a lot of cover, losing him might lose us the mission. I shook off the expression and stayed focused, though.
"Alright, regroup 2 rows up!" shouted the commander into his radio. I disarmed the turret and took out my M14. I hurried down the stairs and through the door. I ran over to the group and smiled as the commander spoke, "Good work, especially you Boston."
"Thank you, sir." I replied.
"I'll quickly review the plan. We have to make it to the enemy base up ahead, those troops were scouts, and when their transport comes back to pick up nothing the base will know we are here, so we have to move fast. Once we get to the base we will use the back entrance to surprise them and get to the 2nd floor. From there we head to the commander in charge and capture him, are we clear?"
"Yes, sir!" we all said in slightly different times.
Following the commander we ran forward, somewhat spreading our distance from one another, we climbed over a hill and crawled down towards a large enemy base.
"Stay sharp" Ordered my radio. "Watch for any patrol."
We rounded the corner of the building and got up. We hurried towards two doors side by side leading to two different rooms in the back of the building. We separated into two teams. Each team was to take one door. I planted a charge on my door and got to the side. I shook my head at Sgt. Brooks (Another Sgt. On my team.) and pulled out a detonator.
It is strange, because I remember the next part happening in slow motion. The charge exploded and Brooks and I turned to the door. Papers, dust, and metal shards were flying everywhere. We saw 4 enemies in that room and slowly one by one took them out with a steady line of bullets. Then, everything went back to reality. We both walked in the room followed by Sgt. Howard and looked around.
"Nothing here really" I said. "How about you, Cap. You find anything?"
"Not that I can see. Get over here, though, there's a door we can go through to get to the stairs."
"Alright" I said as we walked to the room Cmd. Kneel was in.
We got into the room and jogged to the door. He opened it with his gun pointed out and signaled us to move in. I hurried through to the end of a hallway and I looked around the corner, quickly I turned my head back just when 3 bullets flew by and chipped a piece off the wall.
"Enemies up ahead!" I shouted to the team
"Move in!" ordered the commander. I ran in shooting my M14 beside me at the enemies, a bullet hit one and he twisted around and fell to the ground. I jumped behind a crate and waited for the bullets hitting the crate to stop before I moved to the side aimed the ACOG sight at en enemy's head and fired. I turned to another enemies' chest instead of viewing the death of the last enemy and watched the enemy move with the bullets that hit him and fall to the ground revealing a red splatter on the floor behind him.
I turned back and took cover behind the box and looked at the team. I saw Sgt. Howard move to the side of his cover and start shooting at the enemies. In the blink of an eye I was pushing myself back with my feet in horror at the sight of him being shot in the arm and falling into plain sight.
I made a split-second decision and threw a smoke grenade into the crowd of enemies and jumped in Sgt. Howard's direction. When I landed I started rolling and shot 20 bullets into the growing cloud of smoke. At the perfect time I used my feet to stop me quickly so that I tilted forward and I jumped at Sgt. Howard, he was lying on the ground, holding his wounded arm and wincing in pain. I hit him and we flew behind the cover, a bullet hitting the bottom of my shoe at the position where we were.
I propped him up and took out an emergency kit from my pocket; I opened it up and grabbed a pair of tweezers. I shoved a new clip into my gun, moved out of cover and with one hand and shot into the smoke once more, then I grabbed at the wound with the tweezers and found the bullet, I closed in on it and pulled, it wouldn't budge! I pulled harder. It wiggled a bit; it must be stuck in the bone! I dropped my gun put both hands around the tweezers and pulled with tremendous strength. The bullet came out and I almost fell over. I grabbed some bandage and wrapped it around his arm a couple of times, then tied it. He would be okay, I hoped.
I grabbed my M14 back and peeked out at the fading smoke, shooting at the remaining enemy. "Howard is hurt!" I said. The commander came over. "Where's the wound?" he asked. I pointed at the bandage.
"What? If he just got shot, how'd the bandage get there?" the commander said confused.
"I put it on; I used the smoke grenade as cover."
"The battle only lasted at the most 15 seconds!" the commander said, shocked.
"Yea…" I said like I knew how long it had been, even though it seemed like forever.
"Outstanding. Good work, Boston. But, we've got to move. Medic! Take Sgt. Howard to your Heli. He won't be taking part in the rest of the mission." The medic took away Sgt. Howard. He looked back at me while they were walking away and mouthed "Thank you".
"Alright, move up the stairs!" said the commander. The team ran up the stairs. I rounded the corner at the end of the staircase, aimed and fired at an enemy.
"Get to that door at the end of the hall, the commander may be in there." The team walked up to the door and the commander signaled me to move to his back. I walked to his back, put my M16 on my back and took out my Mk 22. I put my left hand on his shoulder and patted his shoulder twice. He kicked open the door revealing 2 people, the commander, who stood up very quickly and a guard. I quickly aimed at the guard and shot him in the stomach, he crippled over. Cmd. Kneel then shot the enemy Commander's pistol from his hand and walked inside. Sgt. Brooks got behind the enemy Commander and pushed him down into his chair then pushed his head down against the desk in front of him. I walked over and disarmed him of any weapons as Cmd. Kneel talked, "You're going to tell us what we need to know."
"I'll never tell you anything!" he yelled back.
"Oh really?" commander kneel walked over to him and put a finger on his throat. The Enemy Commander passed out.
