OCs accepted: name, gender, description, love interest (if any), alliance, weapons (optional). The events in this story take place after Vol. 3 of RWBY, so spoilers if you haven't finished it
Important News Report: After the events of the White Fang attacking the city of Vale & devastating most of Beacon, Atlas has been left without the proper defenses to keep the borders safe. But thanks to the brave souls of many volunteers the kingdom of Vale shall reform the militia and push the White Fang from our land! These men will use older military equipment due to a heavy reliance on Atlas that can still be used to cause hell for the White Fang terrorists (who we suspect have downgraded weapons due to Atlas pulling out). God speed, gentlemen!
The sounds of distant battle lay in the far distance as the men wearing US Army Infantry apparel and mostly armed with weapons from the same era stood waiting around a large group of tents that formed their base in what used to be the town square of the city. The roads that lead to their position had been blocked off with large walls of whatever they could find to stack and fortify. Some walls had metal parts from cars and furniture while others had concrete from ruined buildings and various items that appeared as garbage. At each of these walls were Browning M1917 machine guns with men constantly making sure the large machine guns were loaded. The base was starting to run low on supplies from ammunition for their rifles to bandages for the wounded that were being treated in the safety of one of the ruined buildings that offered the most protection. The men who weren't wounded had scars and wounds of their own to deal with. Their uniforms were dirty, scorched from battle, as each man looked as if he'd been through the worst. The White Fang seemed to surround them from every side and cut down any force that tried to escape to get back to the rest of the Vale Militia. This also crushed the moral of the men now trapped in the town square as they began to think no help was coming for them.
"How ya holding up?" a soldier asked another, the young man sitting against a wall with his head buried in his knees.
"Huh? Oh yeah, just thinking to myself," the young man replied with a sigh as he removed the helmet from his head to wipe away the dirt and sweat from his forehead, revealing dark red hair and a scar over his left eyes. The young man was about 17 with a light tan complexion, green eyes, and about 6'1 with a slim but muscular build. The soldier laughed to himself as he left the young man alone to himself once again. The young man breathed deeply to himself as he grabbed his M1 Carbine and stood back to his feet, making his way towards one of the walls he was stationed at to held defend. He'd seen the worst of the combat taking place in the city and was thankful for every second he wasn't running towards enemy gunfire or dodging mortar fire from above. Black smoke seemed to share a permanent presence in the city as it blocked the view of the enemy and blacked out the sun.
"*PPPFFFTTTT* Don't try the coffee, Chris. Tastes like shit," one of the soldiers at the wall said as he spat out the coffee he drank from a small tin cup before tossing the cup over the wall, Chris laughing in response. It really wasn't fresh coffee anymore due to the shortage of supplies and was most likely a batch of coffee made days ago. They simply refilled a small portion of already brewed coffee and passed it around, already starting to mainly be hot water and less coffee.
"I stopped drinking coffee altogether when we started running low on it. No sense in drinking hot water unless I have to," Chris said as he checked his M1 Carbine for any damages that could affect the way it shot.
"Man, we've been out here for months now and we're no closer to pushing those furry sonsofbitches out of here!" a soldier yelled in protest as he slammed his helmet to the ground, instantly being met with a sniper round through the soldier's head. The remaining soldiers and Mason ducked down behind cover as they watched the body fall forward into a puddle of blood.
"SNIPER! 4TH FLOOR ACROSS FROM THE BOOKSTORE!" a soldier called out who had seen the light catch the sniper's scope when he fired.
"Chris, get out there with Carter and get that fucker," the commanding officer of the barricade ordered as he pointed to Chris and another soldier. Chris nodded his head as he loaded a magazine of ammo into his gun before climbing over the top of the wall with the other soldier, both men running to two alleyways across from one another. They stayed silent and used hand signals to one another to make sure the sniper couldn't hear them if they called out to one another. Carter, the other soldier sent with Chris, gestured for Chris to see if there was a way through the building he was hiding behind while he did the same. Chris nodded his head as the two began searching for entryways to the buildings they were using as cover. Chris found his entry via broken window over a dumpster, the young man wasting no time in climbing over the dumpster and through the window. With a crash he fell straight into an old bedroom that had been slightly ruined due to a long period of time with lack of care. It was a small one that seemed big enough for a baby to sleep in, and that's what it was. The cradle was what broke Chris's fall into the room.
"...That...sucked," Chris groaned to himself as he slowly stood from the broken remains of the cradle before bending down to pick up his rifle before he continued. It didn't take long to figure out where an exit to the building that lead to another alleyway that still kept him out of the sniper's sights. Chris could also see Carter going through the building across the street from him, meaning that they were still out of the sniper's sight. He took a deep breath before he took off across the street towards the building they spotted the sniper in while a loud gunshot echoed in the air around him. He jumped through the doorway of the building before ducking behind cover in case their was a guard watching out for the sniper. Luckily for him, there was no one on watch for the sniper and no one seemed to notice him running into the building from the lack of movement coming from the second floor. Chris slowly stood to his feet and began making his way towards the stairs that lead to the sniper's position. He made every step precise and carefully as to not give his presence away to the sniper still looking for the two soldiers.
"Carter? Caaarrrttteeerrrr?" Chris whispered as he held his position for a moment before continuing up the stairs. With every step he took he could feel his heartbeat increase with fear of the sniper waiting to ambush him as he walked upstairs. To his relief there was no sniper waiting for him at the stop of the stairway, meaning he made it undetected upstairs. He stood motionless once more to listen for any sound that would give the sniper's hiding place away to him due to the various rooms on the second floor of the building the two were in. He found the sniper's position when he heard the sound of a bolt-action rifle being cocked and readied to fire. Chris took a deep breath before he stepped back from the while and fired a few shots, Chris staying motionless until he heard what sounded like a body falling to the floor while a small stream of blood started to flow on the ground around Chris's boots.
"Got the sniper, sir," Chris said when he arrived back at his comrades' position, greeted by the group of men surrounding the medic.
"I thought he was shot in the head," Chris said as the commander turned to face him.
"That wasn't the guy the sniper killed first...Carter's dead, Chris," the commander said, Chris standing motionless at the news of the death. Normally this would make anyone sad and morn for the loss of a dear friend or comrade. But this wasn't the first time someone Chris knew was now heading home to be buried...
...and it certainly wouldn't be the last...
Okay, first off I know this isn't the original story but I figured this would be better. PM me or leave a review if you like where this story is going or the previous one.
All OCs already sent will make appearances in either stories.