0200 Hours
Marine Force Recon
Rio Dejenairo, Brazil
As far as the military was concerned, we're just supply clerks and requisition officers in Marine Force Recon. Heck, we even had Force Recon designations. All of it is only a cover though because no one would wonder why paper-pushers and mail-boys were missing from base, they'd just assume we were out doing logistics. But no, we're not in any cubicle or office because we are actually Green Berets.
I am Lt. Heath. My squad is going to Brazil to perform some black ops, illegal operations under secrecy. Our task: #1 eliminate/capture Eddie Yeses, #2 destroy the drug processing plant. My squad consists of Pvt. Mike, Pvt. Jackson and Cpl. Avery. We're a 4-man squad. Small but deadly.
"Its simple, we go in, do our thing then we get out. Fast and simple" says Heath to his squad. The chopper is gonna drop us 10 clicks south from the target. We approach the target by foot. When we're done we call for evac. The evac point is 4 clicks north of the target. Any questions?" says Heath.
"No sir!" replies everyone. "Gear up!" commands the Liuetenant. The squad consisting of 2 riflemen, a LMG/demolition expert and a marksman piled into the waiting helicopter.
"ETA is 0300 hours!" says the pilot. About an hour passes. "10 minutes to the LZ!" shouts the pilot. "Alright, do a gear and ammo check. Quick and clean" ordered Heath. "Green light! GO!" shouts the pilot. My squad jumped out of the chopper and immediately took cover and regrouped.
The helicopter left after we dropped. "Its just miles of jungle and [swats a mosquito] son of a; bugs. If they want to stay here, let em' have it" says Jackson. "Cut it private, we've got a long walk ahead of us. So lets get to it," says Avery. So the men started walking towards their objective.