Code Red
13:32:14
Brennan Base, USA
US marines ran through the corridors of Brennan base as a code red alert was sounded through their security system. Russian militia had struck at their base to try and take as many US casualties as possible and take over the base if they could. There were vast hordes of American military equipment, ready for looting…
Sergeant Melaj, a trained Afghan soldier, briefed his soldiers on their task.
"Intel has reached us that the Russians have entrenched themselves in an apartment block not far from here. The current attack seems to be a decoy, more than half their soldiers are back at the apartment, preparing for what seems to be a flanking assault. And that's where we come in. We guard the right flank and Fireteam Ozone will guard the left. The rear of the base will be covered by an MG nest. Oor-ah?"
"OOR-AH!" came the cry from twelve throats.
Trudging towards the right entrance of the base, a soldier burst from the door and started yelling.
"Russians! On the right side! They're gonna storm the place!"
"You heard him men, let's go!" Melaj shouted.
Gunfire erupted the moment the fireteam steeped out of the doorway, and they were immediatley pinned down by rapid MG fire. Cpl. Meddan copped a bullet in the thigh and there were two K.I.A.
"Stay low! We're not givin' up without seeing those Russians start packing!"
Ducking out from under cover, two soldiers fired blind shots which satisfyingly found their mark on three Russian militants. There was a brief respite in the intense gunfire during the machinegunner's reload time. It was long enough for Melaj's sniper. With one shot, the gunner was slain with a single bullet to the neck. Tossing a grenade over the barricade, Pvt. Oliskan managed to maim two soldiers and kill another three.
"MOVE! MOVE! GET TO THE ROOF! WE'LL PROVIDE COVER FROM THERE!" Melaj ordered.
His men obediently began climbing the ladder, with no gunfire troubling them, the Russians needed backup and only a few men were left standing. When all the fireteam were safely on top, the team's sniper took care of all remaining militia on the right flank. The Russians at the front gate of the base began retreating, seeing that their attack had been foiled and most of their manpower diminished, they retreated, dejected and filled with horror at the days fighting.
Cries of "Medic!" could be heard throughout the rest of the day. Music played as the US Marines celebrated their victory.
"Good job, guys," Sgt. Melaj congratulated his soldiers, sitting down with a beer.
"Hah! Reckon we could win this entire war by ourselves, eh?" one soldier butted in.
Laughter erupted around the tightly-knit fireteam. They had come to know each other as brothers, part of a family. The men had seen service for nearly eight years, working together in high-risk missions, goin through both grief and happiness.
Beer was passed around a campfire on the grounds of Brennan Base and the day ended, on a happy note.
