I tried something new for this chapter. I will start to combine missions that flow together like Warpig - Shock and awe - aftermath. Those are this chapter BTW. I will also like a little help. I am planning to have Harry train as an offical soldier by the grace of whatever the hell I put as making him do this. The training will be Navy SEAL base along with SAS. Mainly due to me not knowing the training of an SAS soldier. Should I do this or stick with Trial by fire approach at the moment. I ask this because looking forward into the games, I can't even begin to think how Harry would know what the hell he is doing with all the tech. I mean, you can jerry rig up some explosives if you have the components, but knowing where to put them is a problem. I also came to a problem with air strikes and such. How will I get Harry to know how to input the correct coordinates? If I do add BO2, I WILL need some training as a large bit is hacking and the like. These things plague my mind trying to keep an abused fourteen year old knowledge of warfare in thought as he fights.


After what felt like a nice nap, I open my eyes to find myself in a fire fight. Goddamn everything to the deepest pits of hell! "Jackson, get your ass on the line now! We got hostiles moving in from the north!" I hear a man to my left scream at me.

I look down to find I am holding my usual rifle which I still have no idea what it's called. Next to me is a longer rifle with a scope as well. It looks enemy made, so Jackson must have taken it from what ever he was doing before this charge. Looking around, I see that there is indeed many enemies coming over the bog I find myself in. This is where I just was!

I grab the long rifle and prop it against the car. Looking through the scope, I see a cross inside the scope. I point the intersection on an advancing enemy and fire. The gun barks in my hand and the man drops like a discarded puppet. I fire the rest of my clip into the advancing party, taking people with one shots each. It is scary on how good a shot I am at this point. The fact that I have experience and extensive practice just upsets me.

Warpig's voice crackles onto our radio, "Bravo Six, We're clear of the bog, thanks for the assist. We'll hold down the left flank and provide supporting fire, out." Huh, I just noticed that Soap and Jackson are both on Bravo Six. That's quite a coincidence.

As soon as the tank roars to life and joins the battle, the advance cuts off and that leaves me with clear targets in my scope with no bullets to fire at them with! Looking down, I do not see any spares on me or on the ground. Dammit Jackson, you smoking good for nothing! Why didn't you loot the bodies?!

I toss the rifle and bring up my own. I pick off the ones I can see through the sights and when there is a lull in the fighting, I advance from my cover to cement barriers with the other marines. We fight our way up to the shipping containers when we hear, "Enemy air assault! Get ready! They're moving on both our flanks!"

What?! Oh my god, more people?! I just killed like twenty of them while moving up and I'm not even the best shot here. Vasquez comes over my radio and commands us, "Grab an RPG and take out those choppers!" I look around for one and find I am standing next to a small pile. Wow. I really don't want to do this!

I pick up one and step out of cover on my knee. Checking behind myself, I see no one so I aim at one of the transport choppers at the ropes fall out the back. I aim a bit up and pull the trigger. A loud whoosh goes by my ear and I see the rocket impact the side of the chopper, causing it to tailspin to the earth, crushing anyone under it and killing all the soldiers inside. "Good, now the other one!"

I toss the empty launcher and pick up the other. I take aim once more and fire just as the first soldier starts to repel. That chopper to crashes to the earth and I take cover as I start to draw fire with me killing their reinforcements. All of their reinforcements. There must have been fifty people in those helicopters and I just shot them down like nothing.

I find myself throwing up yet again behind my cover. I just killed all those people in twenty seconds! I don't even know how many would have died below the choppers either! A marine comes over and slaps me on the back, "Guilt later Marine! Fight now!" The man pulls me up and pushes my back into the shipping container I'm behind. "We need to support our comrades!" The man yells in my face over the gunfire and explosions.

I steel my nerves and bury my emotions. The man nods at the shift in my face and goes back out to fight. "Follow Warpig!" Vasquez shouts over the radio. I look to my left and see the tank rolling under an arch with enemy troops on both sides.

I open fire with everyone else on the terrorists and they do not last more than five seconds. I run from cover and join up with my Lieutenant as my team advances. Warpig comes onto the radio as I meet up with the men. "Uh, Bravo Six, possible ambush area up front. We'll uh move up when you've cleared the area ahead of us, over." Oh you cowardly sacks of shit! "Stand clear while we get some rounds inta those buildings!"

The tank roars to life and the buildings around the street start exploding as the tank fires its main cannons around with someone else using the machine gun to lighten our fight.

The man shouts out orders over the radio to the gunner and after every command to fire, the tank roars and something dies. I join in the mayhem and take out anyone on the roof tops and ground levels that I spot.

I am hiding next to Griggs behind a burnt out car on the side of the road. The man is laying down heavy fire on everything and I'm picking off anyone dumb enough to show their faces. The tank starts to move up, so I cross the street with my head down and find myself next to a dumpster against a wall. The marines already have all the good firing spots, so I improvise. I clammer up the dumpster and peek over the wall in front of me. I see the opening in a building with three men popping out and taking pot shots at us.

I load one of my 40mm grenades and fire the explosive at them. My haphazard aim is true and they fall under a hail of shrapnel. I load another after figuring out how to open the thing and put another down the range into the new hole I made in the building. I think I saw a dining area on the other end, but the grenade kind of destroyed the sight.

Whenever I see someone poke their heads out behind cover now, I send a grenade to them. After a close call with hitting a tank by a low aim, I figure out which sight to use while firing and it is already clearly labeled on which distance to use. I pick the standard 100 meters to fire across the street and fifty for down the road.

Suddenly the wall in front of me explodes, blasting me off my dumpster and when I hit the concrete, the wind is knocked out of me. Moaning in pain, I try and filling my lungs in deep gasps of air I hear through the ringing in my ears. I stagger to my feet and fall back behind some cover before I get shot.

I lay against the wall as the firefight slows down around us. "Bravo Six this is Warpig, we clear to uh... uh we clear to advance, over?" Warpig sounds nervous, but I would be too if I was in some metal death trap.

I hear Vasquez answer, "Roger that! Move up and hold position at the bend, over!" I hear the tank start to rumble to life as it begins down the street. I guess I need to join the fight again now that I can hear and have my breath.

I run after the tank and into the building I hit with my grenades. To my left are some stairs, so I run up with my weapon at the ready. One door is shut in front of me, but it pops open and I see a rifle stick out that is not an ally's.

I put a burst into the door, then take a fragmentation grenade off my vest. The body that was behind the door opens the portal for me to toss in the live explosive. I take cover in the stairs and in a few seconds, there is no second floor anymore. I move up and find the shrapnel tore throw the walls like paper, causing three people to die.

Over the radio, I hear Warpig starting to call out directions again, so I prepare myself for the bang. It comes and then I hear more orders. I peek out on the balcony in time to see a bus down the street go up in flames as the tank fires once more.

I see an RPG on the roof tops across from me, so I take aim and fire at the terrorist. My shots miss however, but does their job by distracting the rocketier, distracts him towards me. The man lines up the shot and fires before I can blink. "OH Sh-!" I cut my curse off mid-sentence as I throw myself off the second story balcony.

I look down in time to see that I jumped just right to slam my torso on the top of a stone wall. The breath is knocked out of me once more and I slide backwards, off the wall. I can't get my muscles to move, so I don't catch myself as I fall, just dead weight into the ground. I can barely let out a breathy groan as I lie there.

I do not have good times fighting as Jackson. I vaguely see another marine hovering over me, then dragging me behind some better cover than the wall. My chest is killing me! I must have cracked a rib or something on that fall!

The marine lays me done on the other side of the building and goes back to fighting. "Jackson, Jackson, come in!" I hear over my earpiece. What does the L.T want now?

I shakily lift my hand to my ear and rasp out through the pain, "Sir?"

"Jackson, we need to push up!" Yeah, I know, but I'm in no condition to do so! I don't voice this, but I am so tempted to. "Where are you?!"

I answer, "Laying behind the diner building with a cracked rib and a bit of shrapnel in my back." The L.T shouts for me to get back up and join the fight. Why can't a man just be able to rest after belly flopping into the unforgivable ground?

It takes five attempts, but I stagger to my feet and find my trusty rifle bent in half. I must have landed on it when I hit the wall. Oh that is a shame. I take the ammo from it and throw it away, it is useless now. I look around and find a dead marine near me, so I grab his gun of the same model. I should feel bad about that, but I think the pain is hazing my mind at the moment. I stumble down the street after the marines with the tank firing behind me at whatever they see.

I find them fighting a restaurant full of people behind a stone waist-high fence. I crawl my way to join them and add my rifle into the mix. I see that I take down three of the twenty still fighting, but we soon gain the upper hand thanks to our numbers and skill.

One of the marines charge from cover with a yell and dive into the restaurant, firing like a lunatic, but no one expected this mad charge and the marine got into the building where he mowed down everyone in the way. It was an impressive feat, one I wish never to replicate. The charge broke their lines and we all advanced with the crazy guy.

The terrorists are all soon dead with large wounds in their bodies. As I enter the building, my radio crackles to life once more. "Griggs, keep 'em pinned down from here. Bravo – head out back and flank 'em from the right!" I see Griggs setting up outside, so I fall in behind one of my teammates and we head out the back of the dead restaurant.

We come to a parking lot full of cars right as the house across from us opens fire. I dive behind one of the cars, groaning as I disturb my ribs. Looking back at my team, I see a few fall to the assault, but my leader and another marine push a dumpster in the middle of the lot to get some cover.

Once the initial attack dies a bit, I pop out of cover and take aim at a few of the advancing troops. They all fall to a hail of gunfire my team and I unleash. It doesn't take that long to clear a path to the building surprisingly as moving up the street to here, I think took about an hour of fighting.

We enter the building in a charge and I head upstairs with a few of the marines. I clear out one room while the others take out the one on my right. My room is a small bedroom with two dead men in it. Seeing nothing of importance except for some laptop, I leave the room and join my team in the other upstairs room. "Hold right here! Enemy tank comin' up the road!" One of the marines warn me.

I take cover behind some of the broken wall and look down the street. There is indeed a rather large and bulky take coming at us. Vasquez gets on the radio next to me. Where did he come from? "Warpig, Bravo Six. T-72 behind the building at your 18 o' clock. Can you engage, over?!"

Warpig is quick to reply, "Roger that Bravo Isx. I got him on thermal, switching to manual." I see the tank advancing down the street as the enemy T-72 adjust its barrel to point at us. Oh please let Warpig get here first!

I close my eyes to avoid seeing the flash of my death and hear a loud bang. When I don't feel the embrace of death on me, I peek out and see the tank in front of me burning. Looking at our tank, I see a hole in the building across from us. The tank shot through a building! Holy shit! My voice joins the marines' in our celebration that we survived.

Grinning, we all jump off the building and following Vasquez, make it over to a little park where a troop helicopter lands in front of us. The pilot of the helicopter contacts us as he lands, "Lt. Vasquez, this is outlaw two-five. The task force is moving in to capture Al-Asad. It's all hands on deck for this one so get on board, over!" We load up on the chopper and I finally relax in my seat.

I don't even care that there will be more fighting! I'm just so happy to be alive! The chopper takes off and I check my gun over for any damage as well as reload it. As I do this, our radios come to life. "Marines, we have a possible fix on Al-Asad in the capital city. 1St Battalion is en route. Intel gathered by S.A.S. Indicates that Al-Asad may have a Russian warhead. Speed is critical, NEST teams have been deployed to the area. Force Recon and Wild Weasel units have taken out most of the air defenses, but Al-Asad's ground forces still pose a serious threat."

We are given a second to digest this before Vasquez speaks up, "Looks like we're rollin' in with everything we got. We get Al-Asad, we end this ar right here, right now! Lock and load Marines, ETA 14:00!" I'm already prepared for battle, so I just relax back against the seat as we fly to our next location. We have three hours that I can use to unwind before I go back into the fight.

I get to rest for two and a half before I have to move again. "Jackson, get on the mounted gun! Remember to only fire in short bursts or you blow the damn thing up!" Sighing, I open my eyes and slowly make my way to the gun, careful not to fall due to the helicopter moving so quickly.

I get to the weapon and examine it. It looks like a machine gun with a standard trigger and longer barrel, but has 40mm grenades feed into it by a box. I stay next to it watching outside the portal to a desert. We are one among many air vehicles flying in a fleet. Nearest to us is an attack chopper group flying in a V-formation.

The landscape is bland, but the sight of seeing it from so high up going so fast is thrilling. I could never reach this speed on my broom! We must be going at least 200 mph! The brooms I have used can only get to 80 if I push with gravity to my back.

Looking in the distance, I see a burning city where our tanks are converging, I guess that's the capital city. I hear over the radio, "Outlaw, this is Deadly. We'll take out the big targets, mop up any troublemakers with the Mark 19." I assume I am on the Mark 19.

As I prepare myself to kill even more men, I hear command calling, "All call signs, this is overload. We are seeing enemy armor in the palm grove, west of the river." Nice to know. As I focus back on the city, I hear a whooshing sound and see the attack choppers blowing up a bridge as we pass. At this point, we start taking fire.

I see masses of people running around below, so I am my weapon and click the trigger back. The gun shifts a little and the ordinance I find it shoots pepper the ground where I am aiming. I adjust for the flight and I am soon blowing up platoons of soldiers on the ground as well as some enemy armor that is heading to the highway.

Looking to my left, I see an anti-air vehicle on a roof, so I send a few shots in that direction as well. I must have hit some sort of ammo cache because the moment my rounds hit the thing, the entire roof explodes in a fireball of destruction.

Outlaw slows down and I see terrorists swarming the rooftops, so I follow the helicopter's path and pepper the roofs with the men on them. A streak of a missile passes below us from a nearby building. Shifting my aim, I see a plaza with a statue in the middle. Around this statue is a few dozen soldiers, so I blow them away before firing at the building we are taking rockets from. I really do nothing, but suppress them as the stonework does not give under my spraying fire.

I take out some more armor and some AA guns before they get the chance to fire at any of us just as we leave the square behind. I left it in ruins and did probably a few hundred million in damages along with kill many people. At least I don't have to watch their eyes when they die in this bird! That's a good thing right?!

Armor starts to converge on us after a few minutes, so I switch my fire from the roof infantry to the tanks. They go down from only one or two hits. We leave the area behind and start back to the square after the last piece of armor goes up in flames. I continue to fire at anything that moves in the buildings and ground levels.

"Command this is Outlaw Two-Five. Infantry is making a run for it. We are clear to land."

Command replies with, "Uh... Roger that. Okay. Bachelor Two-Seven, let;s get those Abrams to the front. Outlaw, this is command, unload half your chalk here and take the rest two klicks west. We need you to evac an advance team pinned down in the city." I hope I get to stay in the bird. It is safe up here!

Outlaw lands and Marines start running out the back. Leaving Bravo Six left in the chopper before it takes off once more. As we ascend, I see muzzle flashes in the windows of the buildings, so I fire at them. The rounds slowly tear the stone structures apart as I focus much more fire into it than before.

I get a few more shots in as we leave the area, but cease-fire when I can no long hit anything. Why waste the ammo and effort. Deadly calls back in, "Outlaw this is Deadly. Returning to base to refit and refuel. You're on your own for now Two-Five." I watch as we fly over a nice little manor as in the distance, jets carpet the city with bombs.

Command calls in once more, "Advance team is pinned down in a hot area. They're popping green smoke to indicate their position." I see the smoke in the middle of a construction zone as I kill more people trying to shoot us down. I may have spoken too soon about this being the safest place to be.

When we begin to land, I make sure to clean up the streets of any hostiles so we aren't all shot at once we have to dismount. I leave the gun as we touchdown and start running to the ramp as the rest of the men jump out. I bring up my weapon as I take a position to cover one of our sides like I see the rest doing. "Watch for friendlies near the colored smoke! Let's get our boys evaced and get the hell out of here!"

We all run out into the streets and find many hostiles a ways down from us, shooting at our leaving chopper. We start returning fire, which makes them adjust theirs to us. I stick to the left where there is more cover as we fight for ground. Vasquez reminds us to watch our fire as we approach the green smoke. Some Marines and I break off from the rest of the squad and stack up on one of the construction buildings. We enter and start clearing out the open first floor which is a simple thing as there are only five people and three of us on their flank.

I take the upstairs with one of the soldiers and the other takes the basement. We run up and find friendlies up there. Huh, I thought they were in a different building. I ignore my laps in logic and slide to an open section in the wall to provide support for the men already there. "So you're the ones here to save us?" One of the Marines ask. Vasquez just tells everyone to move it and starts jumping down off the building. I check and find there is a large pile of dirt below to land on.

I stay in the building with a few other Marines to provide support as we pick off some of the soldiers. Two choppers suddenly join us and I get a bright... read stupid, idea. I flip up my grenade sights and after taking aim, well I more eyeball it than anything with the sights, I fire a 40mm into the side of the transport. My eyes widen as I see the thing impact the hull. I seriously thought I would just miss the damn thing.

It goes into a tailspin and levels one of the far buildings across from us. The one with all the soldiers streaming out of it. "Out- fucking -standing Jackson!" Vasquez shouts back up at me. How he knew it was me, I have no idea. After looking about my posision, I find I am abandoned up here. Oh.

The other chopper suddenly explodes in a fiery mess, taking out the other building. Deadly comes back on the radio, "Did you all miss me?" The Marines around us give a loud cheer as she passes us. I have to join in as well because that just made the fight even easier. It could have even finished it for us, but I don't know how many survived.

All is silent after we finish cheering, the hostiles all dead or trapped in their buildings apparently. Outlaw suddenly breaks it by swooping over head and landing in the clearing we just came from. We all haul as back to the transport and jump in. "Jackson, back on the Mark 19!" I follow the command and get back in position.

Command once more breaks the silence of the chopper, "Outlaw, this is command. We have a situation. Seal Team Six has located a possible nuclear device at Al-Asad's palace to the west. NEST teams are on the way. Until the device is verified safe, all forces are to fall back to the east, over." That does not sound good! Just as command says over, Deadly's tail explodes, causing her to go down. Shit! No!

I ignore what Outlaw is reporting in as I examine where the Cobra went down, looking to see if there is any chance of survival. I see some hostiles making a break for the downed chopper, so I open fire on them. As I fire, so see some muzzle flashes coming from the cockpit, so someone's alive!

I continue to clean the streets until we land in a small parking lot. I tune in as I hear Deadly over the radio, "I'm here!... Keating is KIA! Hostiles moving in fast! I could sure use some help down here!" The more she spoke, the more I heard desperate panic creeping in her voice.

I don't even think, once we are on the ground, I break from my gun and dash out down the ramp with my gun on my back and pistol in hand. The men aren't even off the ramp when I get past the first building. I think Vasquez commands me to get the pilot and gives me a time, but I push the thought out of my mind as I focus on my charge.

I just run as fast as I can over the ruined street. When an enemy comes from the sides, I just fire my pistol at them until they fall without slowing down. I slide to a stop at the pilot's open window. I can see the woman's leg stuck, so I give a hard pull on the limb and it comes free with her cry of pain. The woman can afford a little bit of pain. Rounds start to ping off the side of the chopper and I fire behind me as I draw the woman out with one arm.

I see her leg is mangled so I will have to carry her. I toss the pistol to the ground and pull her over my shoulder before sprinting back to the bird. Marines all around me are covering my retreat as they too join in the run. None of us wanting to stay in the area any longer than we have to.

A few rounds get too close, but we make it to the bird in one piece. I put the female down and bring up my rifle, the one weapon that I still have on me. I see basically a small army coming after us, so I spray at the masses with everyone else as the remaining Marines load into the transport chopper. The last man barely gets in when we take off and fly away, everyone somehow making it out alive. The army tries to shoot us, but we move far too fast out of there to suffer any causalities.

Laughing in relief, I drop to the floor on my pelvis as I watch us fly away from the city. "Damn. Almost got shot there," I comment aloud. The rest of the men laugh and agree with me, they too almost taking hits as we got the pilot. Just then, a flash of light erupts in the distance, followed by an earth-shattering boom.

I can only watch as a dust cloud comes at us from the explosion. I think that's the nuke going off. The choppers behind us are soon overtaken by the blast and we closely follow it. Yeah, that's a nuke! I have just enough time to latch onto a chair before we go into a tailspin, sucking out a few soldiers with it. I manage to grab the leg of the pilot before she tried to fly without her plane. As I draw her back in, I feel a jarring it and all goes black.

I awaken to the sound of my own heartbeat and the pitter patter of rain aginst the hull of my downed bird. All around me is an empty burnt out hull of my chopper and when I shift, I see burns all over my body, but they surprisingly don't hurt too much. I slowly crawl out of the husk, all my movement hurting my very bones. I get to the end and let myself drop to the ground.

As I lay on the ground, I find the rain was not rain. It is a storm of ash. Blinking it out of my eyes as I watch the red sky above me, I grow tired of doing nothing and start looking for some survivors. I find only the dead, the pilot I saved is impaled on one of the helicopter blades and the rest of the soldiers look like they died on impact. Seeing nothing to search for anymore, I stumble my way into a nearby kids park.

As I take a seat on the swing set, I can almost hear the innocent laughter of the children as they play. I weakly push myself off the ground and start swinging back and forth as my world grows dimmer and dimmer. The icy hot fire in my veins sucking the strength from my soul as I indulge myself in something I've never been able to experience as a child.

Using the last of my strength, I pull out a cigarette and light it up with a dented lighter. I get to have something I enjoy, so why not let Jackson enjoy his last smoke? I swing slower and slower as I smoke and push myself weakly off the ground until the last thing I see is the burning stick fall from my chapped lips to the ash covered ground. It extinguishes along with my vision.