Disclaimers: I do not own anything of Konami.

Author notes: Only thing I own are a few characters and vehicles that were made up as well as the T.F.E This story adds another faction, it adds the T.F.E, Task Force Eagle, an army that operates without nanomachines, and also test and use the newest weapons in Canada's/ U.S's arsenal and yes I put Canada, it always seems like were excluded from everything. This also changes some of the story in MGS4, altough only a few MGS things will be revealed in the beginning. More will be explained during the story. Anyways on to the story, if it's horrible don't be surprised it's my first story. I'll try to answer comments when needed. This story shows the more combat related part when PMC groups started apppearing rapidly, so there will only be a few times when people sneak around.

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Metal Gear: Engagement

Chapter 1

A man stared off into the horizon from a tower peering through his M-16A4's scope carefully scanning the area checking for any movement before lowering his rifle and then went back to walking around on a wooden guard tower. He wore desert fatigues and a heavy combat vest designed to stop most modern day rifle rounds at extremely close ranges and at high velocity with while keeping the wearer relatively unharmed from a bullet kinetic energy. The vest was based off the Dragon Skin, but was vastly improved over the years. On his back he carried the Javelin anti-tank missile system.

The man's name was Darren Chan, a twenty-four year-old Chinese –Canadian who entered the T.F.E about a year ago. Darren was not a gifted soldier, who had abit to much of an imagination and was not a fast runner, but somehow he found himself in the T.F.E's First Battalion, which was considered to be the best of the best of any Battalion in the entire T.F.E. He didn't enjoy fighting, but when two of his friends joined after they've finished college he decided to join to. He joined right after finishing university at the age of twenty-three for computer animation, and other computer. He had short black hair, medium build, and was about average height. He had an optimistic attitude toward most things, and usually looked on the bright side of things when he was stressed, etc. He had a few hobbies like painting Warhammer, playing the violin and drawing, but most of the time he would sit in front of a computer playing some random game.

Darren was in a squad led by Lieutenant Vespes, who was about thirty-years old. Other then the fact he was a Native to North America, a Lieutenant, strong, and experienced, and he led the Screeching Eagles as well as Eagle Platoon not much is known about him. The squad was named the Screeching Eagles, and was a five man squad, which had both of Darren's friends in it. Darren was a Sergeant since he had the second best leadership skills in the squad, and acted as the team's anti-tank specialist.

He heard someone climbing up the ladder and then turned his head to see his friend Emerson who had just reached the top.

Emerson Pereira was Darren's childhood having grown up together for most of their lives. Emerson, a Portuguese-Canadian, was a considerable amount taller than Darren as well as being more athletic, a better shot, and smarter. He acted as the team's recon as well as a rifleman. He had a considerable amount of talents being a much better painter in Warhammer, a guitarist, saxophone player, but like Darren he was an avid video gamer. He had light blue eyes and short light brown hair.

Darren had another friend and his name is Wiseley Li who was another one of Darren's friends. He seemed emotionless when compared to the rest of the team, but it was just a known fact Wiseley doesn't let any emotion get in his way. He acts as a sniper for the team, and like the rest of his friends he is an avid video gamer. A Chinese-Canadian, and although he has bad eye sight without his glasses on he is a pretty good with a 50cal Barrett.

"Do I owe you the can of pop?" Darren asked Emerson as he looked at Emerson.

"Yep you do. A bets a bet, we didn't see any action or a single enemy during the entire month." Emerson paused as he stretched his arms. "I don't know why they're keeping us cooped up here. We already have some battlefield experience during an operation against a large militia group, I don't get why they won't let us out there." Emerson said as Darren passed him a can of Seven-Up, and Emerson opened it and took a drink.

The base Darren and Emerson were stationed on is a relatively large base complete witha vehicle depot, a large field generator, several barracks and a field hospital, as well as several helipads. Its defences consisted of a trench system with bunkers that contained everything from machine guns to anti-tank guns. They had quite a few vehicles in the depot ranging from Humvees and trucks, to the powerful Abrams tank. Strangely enough with all this military equipment there was a restaurant and bar which was connected to a recreational building. Darren guessed that the officers had that built so soldiers wouldn't be bored to death in the middle of no where.

They heard several of their Apaches helicopter come back to base over the horizon. Just then a missile slammed into one of the helicopters sending it spiralling down and crashing right outside the base.

"Ohhhh that can't be good." Emerson muttered as he looked at the burning wreckage.

"Look, Emerson in the air, transports, and they are not ours." Darren pointed as he was going down the ladder with Emerson quickly following behind.

Several shells then rained on top the base damaging the field hospital, and badly damaging the communication station.

The two saw Vespes come their way along with the rest of the squad.

Vespes looked at the burning communications array behind him. "Goddamn it, without that communications array we can't call out to the other bases several miles from here for support."

"Doesn't the HQ here have communications to the other bases?" Darren asked quickly as he had just brought the Javelin Missile off his back as he could see enemy vehicles coming into the area and put his balaclava back on while everyone else kept theirs off.

The squad moved up to a defensive position in one of the many trenches outside the base before Vespesreplied. "Negative, the Communications array is the only way to reach other post through a secure channel, we can't risk enemy interception."

"Score one for military technology." Specter said sarcastically as he loaded his shotgun and SAW machine gun.

Specter was the backup man of the team. A capable engineer and explosive expert he was an orphan at a young age and was fostered by the T.F.E military in the early days, by Vespes who acted as his step-father and treated him as if he were his own son. Specter is usually never does anything else, but trains to become a better soldier other than that, like Vespes, not much is known by him let alone his last name.

The final member of the team is Victor who was firing off his modified M24, rapidly opening and closing the breach; he had already fired off every single round chambered in the weapon before he inserted a fresh magazine. He made it seem easy when Darren looked to see the other snipers couldn't keep up with Victor's rate of fire or accuracy.

Victor was the only one of the team from outside the U.S or Canada. A twenty-seven-year old Russian, who joined the T.F.E when he saw that everyone was using nanomachines, he wanted to prove that he was better than any PMC soldier, just by using skills earned through hard work. He even keeps count of his kills in a small note-book in his combat vest. He usually was the first person to get a kill. He was also one of Specter's only friends.

"Several Stryker IFV coming over the horizon, they're dropping off infantry. Range, three-hundred metres." Wiseley said calmly.

"Then what are you waiting for fire!" Vespes ordered.

Wiseley fired off a Barrett hitting a soldier in the distance before ducking down as he was greeted by the heavy machine gun of the Stryker APC.

Vespes looked at Darren and then looked at the Stryker. Darren immediately got the message and fired a missile before ducking down and changing the launch tube with the help of Specter.

"Did it hit?" Darren asked as he was in the process of reloading the Javelin.

An explosion and the burning wreckage quickly answered his question.

"Who the hell are these guys anyways?" Emerson asked as he emptied his clip for his M4 carbine into an approaching soldier.

"Everyone be advised we've got enemy helicopters dropping troops behind our lines, and they aren't ordinary soldiers." a voice came through the radio.

"Then who the hell are they?!" a soldier shouted beside Darren who was firing wildly with a mounted machine gun in the trench mowing down a few soldiers.

"Wait a minute we don't even know who we are even fighting?" Specter said as he reloaded his SAW.

Victor, the other member of the squad immediately said something, but an anti-tank gun that just fired blocked out his voice.

Victor, again then shouted what he had said. "I think it's a PMC group known as the Praying Mantis. They're the only group who is even in this part of the Middle-East."

"Then why the hell are they shooting us. What the hell have we've done to them?" Specter replied.

"Don't ask me, I just know who the enemy is." Victor said as he went back to firing.

Suddenly an explosion was heard from behind the trench the Screeching Eagles were in.

"Shit they took out the field generator!" a soldier shouted.

Darren looked at the base. The lights were going off everywhere except HQ which had its own power generator.

Several screams were heard in a nearby trench. Darren looked then to see several Gekkos tearing up the trench stomping on the soldier who were unfortunately in the trench. He could see survivors running for their lives as the remaining Apache helicopters fired Hellfire rockets causing the AI driven machines explode into pieces of scrap metal and artificial gore.

"Vespes......come........in. We...need...you.....to..." the team heard as the radio crackled to life. It was hard to hear with all the gunfire and shells filling the air as well as the static in the radio.

"HQ come in, this is Vespes what's going in on over there?" Vespes asked, but no answer came.

Darren looked to see several figures enter HQ and they didn't appear to be wearing the PMC standard uniform.

Darren turned to Vespes before telling him what he saw. "Sir enemy soldiers are entering HQ; we've got to get over there. Without HQ we won't be able to reach T.F.E command even if we get the communications array fixed."

Vespes paused as before replying. "We can't spare anyone, there's just too few of us."

Several Abrams tanks then rolled to the front from the vehicle depot, and parked behind the trenches firing their 120mm Smoothbore guns at enemy armour and Gekko.

"Even with this armour the enemy is just too numerous and the Gekko is what our tanks have to worry about. The Gekkos can easily crush our tanks." Vespes continued after he fired his rifle. "But I'm going to allow just two of the squad to go and that includes you. HQ shouldn't need too many troops to defend since our best troops are in there and I bet additional troops in the base will be helping."

Darren tapped Emerson on the back who had listened in on the entire conversation and immediately knew what he had to do.

The two ran out of the trenches with bullets and shells screaming past them as they ran as fast as they could to HQ, luckily for them the enemy was targeting the armour and their infantry had pulled back till their armour had cleared a path.

The two had just reached the entrance to have discovered the door had been blown off.

"Alright let's keep it quiet, I want to have the element of surprise this time." Darren instructed. "And don't smile now is not the time for a video game reference or childhood memories."

The two quietly went in to discover there were several burnt bodies on the ground as well as several dead T.F.E troops slouched against the wall.

"What the hell happened here, these burnt bodies don't look like our boys." Emerson whispered. "Looks like a women."

Darren touched the body which caused it to quickly fall apart into ash.

"Whatever happened I got a feeling that nanomachines are behind this, now let's go." Darren said quietly as he set his M-16 to fully-automatic.

Several minutes after checking rooms in HQ they heard gun fire coming from the command room. The two quickly, yet silently rushed over there to see a firefight happening. Between several T.F.E soldiers and officers, and what appears to be soldiers wearing full faced helmets that have a reddish visor, and blackish suits and they wielded P-90s.

"Alright, Emer, throw a stun grenade in the enemies area, then let's get in close and knock em down." Darren ordered as Emerson brought out a stun grenade, pulled the pin and threw it where it would blind and disorientate the enemy, but not his allies.

The two went in as the grenade went off and fired their rifles at the enemy, who were disorientated as well as temporarily blind. The two fired their rifles killing several enemy soldiers who then burst into what appeared blue flames. The entire room was cleared in just a matter of seconds with T.F.E troops mopping up the rest.

An officer came up to them who's forehead and arm were bleeding, his uniform torn in places, and yet he didn't seem to mind. He was carrying a Desert Eagle in his hand. The man seemed to be in his early thirties, and he looked relatively strong like construction workers, and his face looked like he had been in battle for many years judging from the scars.

"Thanks for helping us, we thought we wouldn't make it against those female soldiers, they slaughtered us when they first entered." the man said as he shook Darren's then Emerson's hand.

"Is that the last of them?" Darren asked as he picked up a Five-Seven pistol on the ground.

"There are a few underneath us. They're going for the generator; we've got to stop them. Oh and you can't use that pistol." the man commented as Darren pulled the trigger it, wouldn't fire. "SOP locks weapons that aren't registered to one nanomachines."

"Damn it I always liked the Five-Seven since it has a large clip capacity, and yet I can't even fire it because of the locks." Darren chuckled abit before he chucked the pistol on the ground since it was essentially worthless.

"Well you can unlock the weapons after we've saved the base, now follow me. I know a way where we can cut off the enemy" the officer had already started running toward a large door which had a scanner on it. He placed his hand on it then after a few seconds the door opened.

The group, which consisted ten people, then went through the entrance moving as fast as they can so they can cut off the enemy from the generator.

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The FROG looked around the wide and long hallway. Her squad had just lost contact with the squad that was ordered to take the control room so they knew that they had to hurry or all their sacrifice would have been nothing. Her squad consisted of twelve people including her squad leader.

"Keep it quiet I hear footsteps keep your guard up." she heard her squad leader whisper.

The entire group took cover behind a several boxes. She looked to see five enemy soldiers rush out of an entrance and move down the corridor ahead of them. "How did they get there so quickly." the FROG thought to herself.

She felt someone tap her on the back. "Kelvana you take point." she hesitated before her nanomachines kicked in and then she immediately moved out and then went behind the wall then peered out from the corner. There were plenty crates down here to filled with rations and ammo. It seemed this would have been a final defence area should the T.F.E be pushed back into their HQ.

She didn't see anything or hear them. Her team came up behind her, and then the squad leader gestured for them to move down the corridor and moved behind

"The backup generator should be to the left of....." Several gunshots rang through the air killing the FROGs squad leader before she could finish her sentence. The shots had gone through the crate and ended up hitting her in the head and piercing her helmet.

Several soldiers were at the end of the corridor firing their rifles in short-rapid burst and as soon one person was about to reload their weapon another came out to take his place, effectively suppressing the FROGs.

The FROGs immediately returned fire, but were forced to blind fire due to the constant rifle fire.

The FROGsthen heard foot-steps behind. The entire group looked to see about five soldiers flank them and one of them threw a grenade

The FROGswere mowed down due to the suddenness of the trap. Five of them fell as the grenade exploded. Shrapnel was sent flying everywhere into the FROGs.

Kelvanafelt a sharp pain in the side of her torso. She looked down to see she had been shot through the crate. The wound wasn't that deep, but it hurt like hell even with the nanomachines trying to suppress the pain. She then looked around her to see two more of her squad fall, bursting into blue flames after a few seconds. Kelvana move up against the wall trying to avoid getting shot.

The remaining members of the squad were in no condition to fight. Not only were they outnumbered, but they all had been wounded by either the shrapnel or bullets that were fired at them. Those who weren't injured were already lowering their weapons, with their hands behind their head.

"Is this our end?" Kelvana heard from one of her teammates who was holding her stomach trying to stop the bleeding.

"I think it's time to give in." another groaned in pain. "Getting imprisoned is much better than being killed."

Kelvana nodded her head, but unknowingly to the others she was reaching for her pistol.

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"Someone call up some medics we've got wounded enemy soldiers over here." Darren called out to the radio man who nodded his head and was getting on the phone with the field hospital. "And watch those who aren't injured, take their weapons."

After several moments the man replied. "The battle has ended up there the enemy is retreating, but unfortunately for us the enemy has set up two bases. That's where their artillery is."

The officer looked around before the area. "Well let's hope that our Paladin artillery pieces can hit them from inside our base. We haven't been introduced have we?" the man asked as he looked at his arm. The bleeding had stopped and the blood had coagulated, although his forehead was still slowly bleeding.

"No we haven't, Sergeant Darren Chan Screeching Eagle squad." Darren said.

Emerson, who was reloading his rifle, introduced himself after he had loaded a fresh clip in to his M4 carbine. "Corporal Emerson Pereira also a member of the Screeching Eagle squad."

"Field officer James Kleff." James paused before continuing. "When we get back up drinks are on me."

"Sounds good to me." Emerson said happily.

"Well as long as I'm not forced to drink and alcoholic beverage that's fine by me." Darren slung his rifle over his shoulder, but stopped as he heard the sound of a pistol being cocked.

Every soldier raised their rifles at the FROG who was aiming her pistol straight at Darren's head.

"Drop the gun damn it!" a soldier ordered.

"Hold fire people." Darren called out.

Every soldier was shocked by what Darren had just said. "You're kidding right?" another soldier said in an angry tone.

"Do what he says men." James said in a calm voice.

Every soldier then lowered their rifle. A door had just opened and several medics had entered the room before James told them to hold position.

Darren looked at the FROG his eyes looking straight at her. "So are you going to pull the trigger, or are you just going to keep pointing that thing at me?"

The FROG just sat there silently, pistol still pointed directly at Darren. After a few minutes, which seemed like an hours, she dropped her pistol and collapsed on the floor.

Darren let out a sigh of relief. "Whew that's a close one, didn't expect it to work." Darren laughed.

"You'd think it wouldn't with those goddamn nanomachines, makes everyone essentially an elite soldier with just some basic training." Emerson replied as he checked to see if the FROG was still alive. "Out cold, most likely from blood lose." Emerson said as he looked to see a small pool of blood where the FROG was lying.

"Troops make sure the rest of them are disarmed, I don't want any of our boys to buy it any of them try something sneaky." James instructed.

"Strangely enough we're resorting to 20th century military communications." Darren said to Emerson. "You'd think we would have radio headsets, not goddamn radio packs."

"Maybe it's because manufacturers hate us." Emerson laughed as he kicked one of the FROGs on the ground whose hands were behind her head. "Get up, and don't try anything funny, I'll unload the entire clip on you if you do."

"You may have beaten us, but you bastards won't win the upcoming battle." The FROG taunted as she got up and was escorted out, with Emerson keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

The T.F.E soldiers rounded up the survivors and then started the trip to either the field hospital or POW camp.

Several hours later

Artillery shells were constantly firing from the T.F.E base at the coordinates several scout teams were providing.

"Lower elevation five degrees turn thirty degrees to the right, fire." The battery commander instructed as another artillery shell was fired.

New coordinates were then dispatched from the scout team as the artillery crew was reloading.

Vespeslooked at the twelve Paladins as they constantly barraged the PMC emcampments. The bombardment had only started five minutes ago and the scout teams were already reporting massive damage on the enemy encampments.

The enemy had tried to fire back with their own batteries, but the Paladins were just too accurate. The Paladins had been improved to allow them to rapidly fire shells with pin-point accuracy.

Luck was also on their side since the communications array wasn't as badly damaged as they thought and they had already got contact with other bases in the back, which were now sending troops, supplies, and much needed spare parts for the Abrams. Several tanks have either a broken main gun or the treads were badly damaged. The depot just didn't haveenough parts to spare with repairs on the field hospital and the rest of the base. They've taken a considerable amount of POWs from those unknown soldiers and soldiers who had surrendered near the end of last night's skirmish. POWs had their nanomachines permanently shut down, causing many to go into withdrawal. It wasn't something Vespes liked, but it was probably one of the few ways to keep these soldiers from going back onto the battlefield once released, since most of these soldier probably didn't realise they were attacking an army that belonged to the U.S and Canada. The T.F.E didn't have nanomachines so SOP wouldn't stop these men and women from shooting at them.

"That's it for that encampment; the remaining enemies are retreating to a large embattled city." The recon team stated.

"Roger that recon-two." Vespes replied. "HQ what's next the enemy bases have been destroyed, we're waiting for new orders."

"We want your platoon to move ahead and engage the enemy. Recon Team four reports an armour column to the west. We want you to set up a trap for them before they reach our base, the artillery will provide support when you manage to slow them down."

"Roger HQ, over and out." Vespes copied as he then called for Eagle platoon to meet at his position.

When everyone was assembled Vespes then started briefing his troops. "Alright people, we've got an armour column to the west of here. HQ wants us to set a trap, before they get here. We'll ambush them five-hundred metres from the base." Vespes then brought out a map of the area and brought out a pencil. "I want mines here and here and I want foxholes along the road."

"How much time do we have sir?" Darren asked.

"About thirty-minutes so let's get to it." Vespes replied.

Everyone had started getting on board to trucks and Humvees as soon as several AT guns were attached to the back of the trucks and the platoon headed out.

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Wiseley looked out of the foxhole. It was well hidden so the chances of regular armour finding them wasn't a problem, but he knew Gekko would be ahead of the group so the platoon would have to quickly destroy them, and yet they would haveto make sure they don't cause the armour column to retreat with no causalities or only this setting up would have been for nothing. Their trucks and Humvees were camouflaged several metres away, so they just look like a pile of sand at a distance.

"See anything yet?" Wiseley asked Victor, who shook his head in disappointment. "Victor are you that eager to fight? You know we can easily be killed compared to last time."

"I've been eager for battle ever since I joined up. Besides there nothing for else for me to do I'm a fighter not a worker." Victor said proudly.

"Well let's just hope this actually works." Wiseley looked back at the road.

"The vehicles would most likely come from there since this sand can cause most tank to get their tracks clogged with sand, and not to mention they'd move alot slower then compared to being on the road." Wiseley thought to himself.

"We've got incoming, everyone get ready." A soldier called out as everyone took positions on. Some were manning the AT guns, which were not as far ranged as rockets, but they fired and reloaded faster as well as having the ability to load HEAT rounds. Right now they were just armed with armour piercing shells.

Several Gekkojumped toward the defensive line with several Strykers and some new kind of tanks behind them. The tanks had extremely sloped armour and a 125mm gun as well as a coaxial machinegun. It was smaller than an Abrams, and slower, but there was some weird device mounted on the turret. No one had an idea of what is, but no one wanted to find out.

Just when the column started passing by, the mines were triggered causing the Gekko, who were up front to instantly be destroyed.

AT guns started firing which were making short work of the Strykers, while Javelin missiles started hitting the tanks, but for some strange reason the missiles were constantly flying off course detonating several metres from the tanks.

"Oh shit they must have electronic counter measures on their tanks." Specter stated as missiles constantly missed.

"Move the AT guns to engage those tanks!" Vespes ordered as the crews started repositioning the guns.

"Enemy infantry, their trying to get close to the foxholes and take out our AT guns." Darren shouted as he unloaded several rounds into a PMC soldier.

"Paul get the artillery on the horn, we need their support!" Vespes said as Paul tried to get the artillery on the line.

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The battery commander sat back in his chair in the Paladin. The man was a Canadian by the name of Weston. Weston was the commander of the entire artillery battery stationed at this base.

"Sir Eagle platoon is requesting artillery support at these coordinates." One of the crew members said.

"Alright, David give me the radio." Weston said his hand open, as David passed him the radio.

"Alright fellas get off you asses, the boys need us. Get the barrage firing and make sure you load the right type of shell I don't want us hitting our own boys." Weston instructed as he looked out his sights to see all the Paladins were raising their barrels.

"Cannon is loaded sir. We're just awaiting your orders to fire." David said excitedly.

"Alright now fire at the target area; let's show these sons of bitches what real crews are made of." Weston proudly said as shells filled the air heading toward the target zone.

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Darren looked out to see one of their defensive positions explode as a grenade was tossed in there, killing all occupants in that area with the AT shells exploding causing as big enough explosion that it shook the entire area. The PMC soldier were no pushovers compared to last time, this time the enemy could easily close in without the fear of the Abrams tanks and not to mention they were much closer.

"Mac's hit! I need someone to help man the AT gun!" a crew member shouted.

Darren looked to see one of the crew members was being tended to by a medic while the other crew member was reloading the gun. "I'll help man it." Darren answered as he took up the position the other member was.

"Just pull that lever down and the gun will fire!" the man shouted as shells started landing near the emplacement.

Darren looked to see a tanks barrel staring directly at them and several Gekko close in. Darren prayed that he would make it out aliveas he closed his eyes and pulled the lever down as he heard the tank fire. There was a deafening boom, and then Darren found himself on the ground. He brought his M-16 out, and looked at around. Everyone was alright, but something wasn't right. He then saw a soldier about to fire his rifle at him, then Darren immediately pulled the trigger with his eyes closed hoping that he hit.

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Well that's it for now till I figure out how works and sure the FROGs may have seen weak, but hey anyone caught off guard can easily be defeated. I know it says in MGS4 that soldier really don't care about their lives when they have nanomachines, or others, but if your about to lose it's better to surrender then die at times.