I blank as I lay prone in the grass watching the target building. I regain my thought process when I hear a door slam and a middle aged Italian screaming into the phone. It happens a lot, forgetting where I am and what I'm doing. Surprised I didn't think about that being an outcome from what I do. The unit I'm in, I was born into, we are called specials. We are born and trained from the start. Unlike those that are recruited from foster homes at the ages of 9 at the youngest, we don't have a choice of wanting this life. What we are, as a combined force, are top secret agents used by the United States government to do battle against those that wish to cause harm. PTSD is common for most of the agents ranked orange to black; black being my current rank.

"Onasko." I look up to see one of my team members.

My name is already forgotten, "Yeah?"

"You're a bitch." he said with a smile.

"Fuck you." I said returning the smile.

But no matter what they do, we are still kids in our hearts.

As we wait for the other teams to reach the compound, our squad leader runs a comms check with the six man squad.

"Ok here's the plan one more time, we move in on the compound from the back while the other two teams rush them from the front. It's a kill or capture mission for that dirtbag with the cell phone." said Mason.

"Why can't we hit him now?" asked one team member.

"Too risky, we don't know how many are in the compound."

As the sky begins to open up a little with light rain the target, Mario Folia, heads inside; slamming the door again still screaming into the cell phone. I start to hear the two AgustaWestland AW109 helicopters approaching. I grip the Beretta AR70/90 a little tighter, adrelaline pumping, knowing this might be the last fight for me. I'm ready for death.

I'm ready. I said to myself.

As the helicopters land, we see no guards jumping out of doors. I feel the need to puke, dread hits me with full force.

"Team two approach the compound." orders Mason.

As the three men get up they are cut down my an ambush. Those that miracusly lived scream in pain, cut off by more gunfire from the compound.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" screams the kid beside me.

How did they know we were here? I thought to myself as I lay as close to the ground as I can.

As the fire ceases, the man beside me sticks his head up to return fire; he's gunned down as soon as his head is visible.

What the hell... I said to myself.

I jump when I feel a hand on my back.

"You ok?" I realize it's Mason.

"Yeah..." I whispered.

I look to my right, the kid's face is not reconnizable anymore. I get goose bumbs and a chill up my spine.

"Listen Onasko, we're gonna approach this compound. Slowly though, skull drag if you feel the need." he whispered.

"Are u crazy? They killed four of us already." I said in a hushed scream.

"Onasko, we're gonna be ok. Follow my lead."

It's Onaski. I said to myself.

I crawl on the damp earth passing my fallen team mates. One is still alive, grabbing his neck trying to stop the bleeding. He caughs, spraying blood in my face. One kid has his mouth hanging open; the look of utter terror streaked upon his face. I pass another survivor pleading for me to help.

"Help...me..." he said in a hushed voice.

He suddenly jerks his head up with a gurgling noise following.

Jesus. I said quietly to myself.

As we slowly reach the edge of the treeline Mason stops and signals me to come to him.

"What the hell is that? An auto turrent?" says Mason confused as hell.

"Why isn't it shooting?" I ask.

"Is it a bad thing?"

"You're right."

"See? I told you we were going to be ok."

"I haven't heard much gunfire in a while, what happened to the others?"

"They probably cleared the building already."

"Wouldn't they report that to you if they did?"

Thats when Mason turns back to me. His face is completely drained, in shock of such a important thing to forget.

"We need to hurry." he said nervously.

When we are about to get up two heavily armed opfor come out of the compound howling with laughter.

"You see them bodies dropping?" said one man punching the other man jokingly in the arm.

He explodes with laughter, "Oh man, they had no chance!"

They are very well equipped. Night vision goggles with body armor and Russian weapons.

"How are they so well equipped?" asked Mason quietly to himself.

As the two opfor deactivate the turrent Mason takes out his knife.

"Take out your knife. When they come near we're gonna finish them quietly." he orders.

I do what he says and wait for the two opfor to come close. The two opfor walk to the treeline and stop ten meters away from our position. They pull out cigarettes and light up. They have their backs to us.

"Follow me." Mason orders.

We crouch and slowly approach the two men. When we get into lethal range I wait for Mason to give the go. He nods his head and we go for the kill. I hold the mans mouth shut as I penetrate his heart with my knife. He stares into my eyes and dies in my arms. We hide the bodies and I turn to Mason.

"That should do it." said Mason.

"Call in the other squads."

Mason hits the radio to the frequency of all squads, "All squads come in."

Nothing happens.

"Report Alpha."

Still nothing.

"Bravo?"

Silence.

That's when the radio crackles to life.

"This is helo one over, we took heavy casualities on the ground. We're not going to be able to pick you guys up. Find another way and meet back up at the Carabinieri station if you can. Out."

His hands begin to shake, "No..."

"Mason."

His head lowers and he becomes silent.

"Mason get it together."

He is still silent.

"Mason." I said sternly, "Get your shit together, death is common in our profession."

"But..."

"No."

"..."

"You're in charge now. What do we do?"

"...You're right. I shouldn't be like this. Forgive me."

I raise my fist up to him, "Let's get out of here first." I said with a smile.

He fist bumps me with a smile, "Right."

As we head through the door where Mario went through, we see bunks lined up against the walls. Sixteen rows line the wall; three bunks a row. Multiple tables lined with ammunition and assorted weapons from H&K to Keltech.

"Holy shit." said Mason.

"Fourty eight soldiers and plenty of hardwear."

"We are heavily outnumbered."

"Lets keep moving Mason."

As Mason takes point down the long hallway, a man pops out of the corner and opens up with an G36c.

"FUCK!" yells Mason hitting the ground clutching his leg.

I move my sights to the man and return fire, dumping a full clip into where the man was; I see his lifeless body plumit to the ground.

Holy shit. I said to myself.

When you get a comfirmed kill, no matter how hard u might be, it bothers you. Seeing the man hit the floor so awkwardly gives me chills.

"Onasko!"

"I got you Mason."

I pick him up in the fireman carry and step over the body over the man I just killed. I feel sick doing that, disrespectful to a dead body. I try to shrug it off.

He was the enemy. I thought to myself. Get over it.

Opening the door I see our salvation; a Pagani Huayra is parked in the solid white garage.

"Seriously?" said Mason astonished.

"Is this a bad thing?" I asked placing him into the passenger seat.

"Only that you get to drive."

"Fuck yeah, this is gonna be awesome." I said retriving the keys and returning to the car.

I climb into the drivers seat and start the car. I take a second and admire the car, so fancy.

"Get moving Onasko!" Mason yelled as rounds hit the back of the car.

"Got it." I said flooring the car out of the garage.

The Huayra smashes through the garage door and onto road. The sight we see makes us speechless. Both Alpha and Bravo squads are sprawled all over the front of the house. I swerve around the bodies of my fallen comrades and turn left; then I make a right and follow the road from there.

Having to slow down to make turns makes it hard to escape fast. As I turn right I floor the Huayra and reach incredible speeds. A jet flies down bombing the house destroying all evidence we were there.

"THEY HAD A FUCKING JET!" I said slammimg my hand down on the steering wheel.

"Onasko...what is that?" said Mason pointing in front of us.

"Is that a...OH SHIT!" I said swerving out of oncoming missiles from a Mi 24 Super Hind.

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE DID THEY GET THAT?"

I make a left and punch it once more; the engine as it accelerates makes a kind of zipping noise as I speed down the long road.

"More cars man." said Mason.

"Then start shooting!" I said sternly handing him my rifle.

I pull out my 93R and fire at the car riding next to us; it starts to move left and right quickly then makes a sharp right into the trees. The car flips backwards and smashes into another pursuer. The Super Hind makes another gun run with its maching guns now. It smashes into the windshield and grazes my side and right leg.

"Fuck." I mumble to myself.

"Dude we're about to lose it."

"Why would this fucking thing back off for?"

Mason points at the houses leading to the city.

"Oh shit." I said with a grin.

I make a right and then a quick left. Reaching the last right we reach our second salvation; we are now home free. I slow the Huayra down so I can calm myself. My hands are shaking so bad. Adrenaline pumping to the max now.

Finally reaching the Carabinieri station in the now beat up Huayra...we are greated with surprise. It's...it's like they expected us to die.

"Onasko...nice driving man." said Mason patting my shoulder.

"It's Onaski."

"Oh, dude...I'm so sorry..."

I turn to look at Mason, "Just say my name right for now on please."

"I owe you one man."

I smile, "Fuck yeah you do." crashing from my adrenaline rush.