Authors Note: Wow, I honestly didn't expect to get so much positive feedback from this, I was going to have this be a one shot, just something different, but apparently everyone loved it, so here's is the sequel to the first Chapter of the successful Ramirez, Do Everything.
P.S: If you need a reference to how much Ramirez does in the game, I recommend this video on youtube. w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m /watch?v=PkuLj5uCgSk (Minus the spaces)
I rest my case.
When James Ramirez joined up to serve in the U.S Rangers, he was expecting the adventure of a lifetime. New friends to meet, New places to see, New experiences he would never forget. He wanted to be honored and saluted for the service and sacrifice he had made, and he would be glad to serve his country. He was the one who believed the Army's commercials, of "Be all you can be." He was the one who believed the famous slogan "Army of one." Of course, he hadn't expected the slogan to be taken literally...
Army of One? You can say that again. Cause ever since James Ramirez joined the Army's 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger-
"RAMIREZ! Get your ass out of the Humvee!"
Ramirez jumped and flew out of his seat from the sudden volume of Foley's voice in his earpiece radio, taking him violently back into the real world. He fell out and landed on the pavement street with a thud, smacking the hard concrete against his face, making it sting and burn in pain.
"Ramirez, lets go!" Sargent Foley ordered as Ramirez rubbed his face in pain.
He had found in his short time in the unit that he was the man who had to do it all: Ramirez, get me a coffee. Ramirez, give me the remote. Ramirez, what time is it?
When can Ramirez catch a break?
It seemed it would be a while before that would happen. Ever since they had rescued the HVI codenamed "Raptor," Ramirez's unit was ordered to divert to the city of Arcadia, to help with the evacuation of the many families that were trapped behind enemy lines. They were to provide cover for the transport helicopters that were taking the civilians and getting them out of the warzone and taking them to the west towards safety, and the Rangers were there to buy them valuable time.
Now Ramirez found himself on the ground in a residential street an east coast American town. Quickly grabbing his gun and picking himself off the ground, he soon fell in behind Foley, Dunn, and fortunately, a Stryker LAV combat vehicle, callsign Honey Badger. The eight wheeled behemoth looked like a monster on the small street, dwarfing the cars and the solders around it. He was relieved to have armor support, since it had become scarce in the waking hours of the invasion.
Now the Stryker would be helping the men clear the many houses along the street, which would be a huge help, as they had been fighting long and hard all day, epically Ramirez, which had been almost killed countless times for doing favors and orders for Foley, some of which were ridiculous and insane. But he did them nonetheless, something that was probably going to be the death of him sooner or later.
But not today, as Ramirez would make sure that not only him, but his comrades would make it through alive.
He had been designated as Honey Badger pointman. His job was to give the armored vehicle the locations of targets and points to provide suppressing fire, all thanks to the small laser designator under his gun.
Ramirez dashed up behind the stryker and went into a covering pattern along the street.
Foley pressed his radio button and began talking to his squad via his headset. "We gotta destroy those triple A positions so they can get the rest of the civvies out of here, lets go!"
Ramirez nodded. They had to hurry. The more time they took, the less chance of escape for the many evacuees of Arcadia.
"Get off the streets!" Foley shouted.
Ramirez was taking cover behind a concrete divider, taking shots at a house where countless Russian solders had taken up defensive positions, firing on his squad as they advanced down the street.
The stryker's Crew Chief voice came over Ramirez's radio. "All hunter units, this is badger one, laze the target over."
Ramirez switched to his laser designator and pointed at the Russian held house. "Roger, targets-
"Move up!!" Dunn screamed over the radio, cutting out Ramirez.
Ramirez quickly grabbed his ear in pain. "When did my ear piece get so loud? I didn't even touch the-
"We got hostiles in the yellow house!" Foley yelled.
Ramirez grabbed his ear in pain again, wincing at the loud volume. "Goddamn, why is my earpiece-
"Squad, put suppressing fire on that house!" Foley barked.
Ramirez was now knelling on the ground, ears ringing from the loud combination of gunfire, sirens, and now his radio earpiece. He would just have to tough it out and bear through it.
"Hunter 2-1, can you repeat those coordinates, over?" Honey Badger said.
Ramirez targeted the house with the laser designator again. "Roger Badger 1, targets are in-
"Get off the streets, use the houses for cover!" Foley ordered with a scream.
A 21 gun salute went off in his ear. He couldn't take much more-
"Squad put suppressing fire on that house!" Foley screamed.
Ramirez tried to ignore the pain by replying to Foley's barrage of orders. "Yes sir, I see-
"Squad, they're targeting the Stryker! Watch for RPGs!"
"Understood sir, I-
"Get out of the Street!"
Ramirez's ear now felt like it was bleeding, he could no longer take it. He whipped off the earpiece and stuffed it in his pocket. He would just have to hear the orders physically.
He pointed the laser at the yellow house and confirmed the target.
"Roger, we have a lock, standby."
The Stryker opened up on the house, putting a deadly layer of covering fire, sending the Russians into a full retreat. Ramirez sprinted towards the yellow house and quickly cleared the inside.
As he reached the entrance, his eye's met a level of unparalleled destruction he had never seen before. The place looked like a hurricane had hit it. Bullet holes littered the wall, with broken windows and glass all over the floor. If this is the kind of damage the stryker could cause, then the Russian's wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Ramirez ran out of the house and rejoined the squad outside, already seeing them assaulting the next house along the street.
"Ramirez, we got targets in that gray house take them out!" Foley ordered.
"I'd be happy too." With the laser designator, he was more then happy to follow Foley's orders. Not only did it cut down his work load, but it was fun to do.
He pointed the laser designator at the gray building and was about to confirm it, when a yell broke his concentration.
"Ramirez, Honey Badger's movin, get out of the way!" Dunn yelled in panicked tone.
Ramirez looked over to the Stryker, moving slowly down the street.
A safe distance far from Ramirez.
He shot Dunn a glare. "Are you kidding me?"
But Dunn was already moving down the street, ignoring Ramirez and continuing his assault with the rest of the squad down the street.
"Thanks for the warning, what would I do with out you Dunn..."
Ramirez quickly switched back to his laser designator and targeted the gray house, sending deadly fire and sending the Russian's into full retreat once again.
This was too easy.
Ramirez and the squad advanced and took up positions around an apartment complex, engaging the Russians who had reformed their line and had reengaged the Rangers.
"Ramirez, hostiles taking cover by that apartment office!" A Ranger shouted.
Ramirez only rolled his eyes. If only he was a sergeant, even a corporal like Dunn, maybe he could get a break from all the ordering and do a little of his own.
He targeted the small apartment complex and sent a burst of rifle fire at the enemy soldiers taking cover in the office. The soldiers were sent into cover but quickly recovered and returned fire, pinning Ramirez down, sending him scrambling into cover.
He kept his head down and reloaded his gun, and was about to reengage the Russians when the sounds of helicopters broke into the battlefield. Ramirez quickly looked up to see three Russian transport helicopters, moving into position to drop in reinforcements.
"Not on my watch.." Ramirez thought. He quickly switch to his laser designator and pointed towards the helicopters. He would get the Stryker to take them out before they even dropped one man, but he would have to put his headset back on.
Ramirez, against his better judgment, put the small receiver back in his ear, ready for the verbal torture that was sure to follow.
He click the radio receiver and pointed the laser at the hovering helicopter. "Badger 1, target is lazed, how copy over?"
"Negative Hunter 2-1, that is an invalid target over."
"WHAT?!?! Are you kidding me!"
Ramirez carefully aimed the laser at the helicopter and clicked his receiver again. "Badger 1, target is a-
"Ramirez! Your gonna get run over, get out of their way!" Foley yelled.
Ramirez grabbed his ear in pain. He spun over to see that the Stryker was again, far from Ramirez and not even in its line of travel.
This was getting stupid. He couldn't imagine what Dunn and Foley would do if he stood 4 feet in front of Honey Badger, probably give them both a heart attack.
The sound of the helicopters broke his thoughts and he quickly remembered the transports. He quickly looked up to see the helicopters flying away, already having dropped their reinforcements and flying away into the red sky.
Ramirez smacked his forehead in frustration, hitting his head against his gun, until his radio went off again in a loud sharp pain.
"All Hunter units, this is Badger 1, laze the target over.
Ramirez wanted to yell into his headset at the Stryker crew chief, but he had a job to do, and even if it-
"All Hunter Units, are anti missile system can handle the volume of RPGs fire, we need you to thin them out, how copy over?"
"Right!" Foley yelled. "Ramirez, provide cover for-"
"I know!" Ramirez yelled. He was at his boiling point. He really couldn't take it anymore, he really didn't care if he got court marshaled, he was that serious.
He sent a barrage of fire and advance up the street, leading the way.
For the whole squad.
He should deserve a medal or a promotion for all the crap he's done. If only General Shepherd saw what he had to do and put up with, he probably be running the whole damn army by now.
If only he could, he would. Then things would-
"RAMIREZ! Take out that Sentry gun!" Foley barked.
Ramirez squeezed his ears in pain and the inside of his head was ringing. It was gonna be a long day, once again.
Gary Roach Sanderson woke up from his bunk on board the USS Chicago, taken back into the real world by the submarine's intercom system, signaling all of the Task Force members in the sub to getting ready for the oil rig operation.
Roach rubbed his head, for some reason, he had a major headache and his ears were ringing like a bomb had gone off right next to him. Despite this, he had still gotten a good night sleep despite being in a sub under the icy waters off the coast of Russia, but something was inching at the back off his mind. It had nothing to do with the coming operation or his near death experience in Rio de Janerio, but rather the dream he had had before he had woken up.
His dream was him fighting in a battle, which to him, seemed to be set in a residential area in what remind him of his old neighborhood. Some man was yelling, constantly barking orders to him. Roach was getting so annoyed that he wanted to tell the man to shut up, and he probably would have if he had known it was a dream.
He had heard soldiers having post war experiences and nightmares from past fights, having post traumatic stress, and some even having total breakdowns later in life. I guess this was just one of the first signs.
Roach only sighed. Hopefully it wouldn't happened to him.
"Roach!" A voice from the upper decks called. "Captain wants us topside in five!"
Roach jumped out of his bed and headed upstairs towards the upper deck. "I'm Coming Ghost!"
Ramirez was starring up in awe at the burning house. He couldn't believe an AC130 had crashed that close to the building, let alone not even destroy the whole thing. I guess it was just one of the many miracles that happened during war.
"Ramirez." Foley called as he and Dunn were looking into a river by a bridge.
Ramirez ears were still ringing from his loud headset, still finding it hard to hear people that would normally be easy to understand.
"What Sarge?" He called
"Ramirez!" Foley shouted. The earpiece screeched and sent Ramirez into that familiar world of pain. He ripped the earpiece off and put it back in his pocket. God he hated that thing.
"What?" Ramirez shouted.
"Come over here."
Ramirez ran over to the river bank where Dunn and Foley were looking over, staring at something in the water.
"What are we staring at?" Ramirez asked as he approached the two.
"That." Dunn pointed at a single black square object floating in the water. Ramirez squinted his eyes and carefully studied the object and recognized it instantly. It was the brief case they had recovered from the panic room in the burning house.
"How did it get in the river?" Ramirez asked Foley
Foley glanced over to Dunn. "Dunn tripped and accidentally dropped it in the river."
We'll that kinda sucks, too bad... Wait, no he better not-
"Ramirez! get that briefcase." Foley ordered
Ramirez glared at Foley. "No. Dunn dropped it in the river, he-
"Ramirez! Get. The. Briefcase!" Foley ordered. "Now!"
Ramirez looked at the briefcase and the river. It looked muddy and swampy, with cattails and pond scum on the surface. Ramirez mumbled to himselfi and sighed. "It beats getting shot at..."
Ramirez was about to get into the river when something caught his eye. He looked in horror to see a crocodile skimming the surface. He quickly stepped back and retreated back onto the bank.
Foley gave him a weird look. "Ramirez, whats the problem?"
Ramirez pointed to the large reptile that sat in the river. "T-T-There's a crocodile in the water!"
Dunn shrugged his shoulders. "So?"
Ramirez spun around and met Dunn with a angry look. "That's a Dinosaur!" Pointing at the sitting crocodile.
Foley sighed. "Don't worry Ramirez, we got you covered."
Ramirez just shook his head. "I'm sure you do....
Well, I can believe I did it, but I did it.
*Ramirez walks into view* "Thank you for taking your time to read this story. I hope you enjoyed it. Now I humbly ask you-
"Ramirez!" *Foley breaks into shot and Ramirez falls to the ground and grabs his ears in pain* "Tell the readers to rate and review! NOW!"
*Ramirez raises his hand weakly* "Please rate and review...."
