We parachuted in the normal way: No HALO jump. A lot of 'pros' think that HALO jumping is great and makes a stealthy insertion, but they're really just a bunch of faggots who don't know how to pilot their parachutes with any skill. The enemy doesn't even barely have a chance to hit you when you're HALO jumping before you open your chute, so where is any skill in that?

We touched down and began unloading supply packages that had been dropped with us. Lima Mike Juliet opened the crate and took out a dangerous looking AR.

"Is that a FAMAS?" I asked.

"yes it is,' he replied. This was the moment I got to see such calculating professionalism at work. No matter how obscure the rifle was, such as the FAMAS, Lima Mike Juliet knew all about it. There was no more knowledgeable weapons expert in the world.

"hand me a clip so I can do some damage," he said, and I handed him some more clips for his M9 pistol.

We then all went off to ambush Ivan and his escorts in the middle of making an arms deal with terrorists.

We stopped when we saw them, and quickly set up an ambush position. They didn't see us, but, with our nightvision googles, we saw them.

"seventeen terrorists.' Soap-kun said, "they're armed with AK-47 ARs and AK-74 submachine guns. Not a problem. Okay on the count of five. One… Two… Five!"

We all opened fire and we cut down several of the terrorists like flies. SO EASY.

Several of the terrorists started running away, and I ran after them with my barret fifty cal.

"Stop right there, Criminal Scum!" I shouted as I caught up to them. They began firing at me and I fired back. With their inaccurate AK-47, none of them could hit me. But I couldn't hit them either, however, because they were obviously experts in the martial art of Gun Kata: The moved in such a way that whenever I was going to shot them, they would dodge out of the way right as the I pulled the trigger.

But I did what I had to. I used the technique of point-and-shoot. Because the hands naturally move to what the eye is looking at, one can blindfire a rifle with relative accuracy. I then jumped in the air, spinning in a circle. If I tried to aim at him, he would use his gun kata to dodge out of the way faster than I could aim, but by spinning in a circle, it guaranteed that I would muzzle-sweep him, and all I'd have to was pull the trigger when that happended.

BOOM! Headsot! His head completely explode. I think it is worth mentioning that this is not how the beret .50 cal. is supposed to be used: I was improvising it to be used against people, but it was actually made for shooting down airplanes with incendiary heatseeking bullets. I was out of ammo though, so I grabbed his AK-47. The other terrorist tried to fire at me, from point blank range, but I dropped to the ground, and opened fire, firing into his stomac, legs, and, ankles. I ran back to the rest of the fight.

By now there were only 9 terrorists left, but things started to go bad. One by one, Our M16s started jamming, and LMJ had run out of ammo for his FAMAS. Even mine jammed! So one by one, we all switched to our pistols.

And that's when it happened. They went over the top of our cover and rushed us! We fired at them with our M9s but it didn't do a thing! They just kept coming! And then I realized it; they were all wearing body armor!

I was about to draw my armor piercing Five seveN, but just then I realized we were surrounded and that everyone had surrendered, so I did too. The terrorists then handcuffed us and sat us down on ground. And that's when I saw him face to face; the true face of a madman: Ivan Chesnokov.

"WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? CAPITALIST PIG DISGUSTING!" Ivan Said. He picked up one of our m16 assault rifles. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? YOU COVER GUN IN SO MANY ATTACHMENTS, BUT NOT MAKE GUN ONE SINGLE RUBLES' WORTH BETTER. JUST EXPENSIVE SHIT TRYING TO MAKE ALREADY SHITTY GUN OF EUGEN STONER BETTER. EVEN SYSTEMA IS POORLY DESIGNED. USING SYSTEMA OF DIRECT IMPINGEMENT IS LIKE RIFLE THAT SHITS WHERE IT EATS"

"You monster!" Price-sama shouted "you sell assault weapons to criminals. Weapons like the m14 are illegal in my country for a reason! No civilian needs that kind of firepower!"

Ivan walked over to him and was about to say something, but Lima Mike Juliet quickly diverted his attention to save Price-sama.

"Hey Ivan? How does it feel to know that the AK-47 is just a knock off of the German stg-44? Even the trigger mechanism was stolen from the American M1 Garand!"

Ivan flew into a fit of rage. "YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND, BUT YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD!"

Ivan fired his Mosin Nagant, shooting Lima Mike Juliet through the forehead. The bullet must have passed through his cerebellum: his body collapsed and immediately began convulsing. It also gave him a MASSIVE priapism – his engorged death-erection ejaculating wildly. What a glorious death. I knew without a doubt that he would see Valhalla.

"MY NAME IS IVAN CHESNOKOV' Ivan Chesnokov said, holding up his Mosin Nagant. "AND THIS MY WEAPON. SHE WAS MADE MANUFACTURED UNDER SPECIFICATIONS OF SERGEI MOSIN IN 1891 AND HAS FOUGHT FOR GLORY OF PROLETERIATE IN EVERY WAR OF MOTHER RUSSIA SINCE HER INCEPTION. SHE FIRES RUSSIAN SURPLUS CARTRIDGES. IT COST TWO CENTS TO FIRE THIS GUN FOR TWELVE SECONDS. HER NAME IS SASCHA."

He then cycled the bolt and and shot Captain Price-Sama, killing him instantly.

BOOM!

He then Shot Roach-san, Ghost-chan, and Soap-kun. He then went over to me and spoke

"WOMEN IN ARMY? HA! FEMALE SOLDIER IS GIANT HOLE INTO WICH ARMY SEMEN AND MONEY FLOWS! DOSVEDONIA"

He was about to cycle the bolt, but it suddenly got jammed

"CHERENKOV! FETCH ME TWO-BY-FOUR TO ASSIST IN CYCLING OF WEAPON SYSTEMA OF SERGEI MOSIN!"

This was my only chance to escape. I quickly undid my handcuffs with the ancient chinese art of handcuff-no-jutsu, which had been passed down to me from generation to generation.

I reacted like cat like reflexes, jumping up and running off into the wilderness as fast as I could. Running in a serpentine pattern, I dodged the bullets of the surprised terrorists that tried to fire at me. Ivan then shouldered sascha and took aim and fired. The bullet just barely missed me, but the shockwave of the bullet spun me around. Still, I kept running till I broke contact. Just then I heard sever more gunshots, and I knew that the rest of Task Force 141 had just been executed.

From that day on, I swore revenge, and would Track Ivan Chesnokov to the ends of the Earth.