"Im just going to get breakfast then Ill be back ok?". Dima motioned to get out of the bedroom and smiled for the first time in his life.
"Don't be long!". Dash replied as she grinned to. Although neither of them really knew what they were grinning and smiling for.

Dima walked out of the door and closed it..

Operation "THUNDERSTRIKE".
Location: Southern federal district "Ю́жный федера́льный о́круг".
Time:5:17AM.

Spetsnaz GRU: Sargent Dima.

The heavy thrumming of a helicopters rotors woke Dima up from the confines of a chair in the back of a MI-24 helicopter which was converted to carry less weapons and more troops.
The troops carried in this one was one of the worlds toughest group of soldiers, the Spetsnaz and even in that tough group there was one of them that was feared.

That one was Dima who had just had a dream. Normally he would just laugh it off and think it was for Dima, he had liked that dream. The beautiful girl in that dream was enough to make his stone cold heart melt. If he was being honest then he didn't want to wake up from it.
However he was awake now.
The Spetsnaz operative stood up and leaned out of the open door like his fellow comrades who were doing the same. Their body armour reflected the flames coming out of the burning city below.

"Good to see your awake Dima,looked like you were cold out". The nearest Spetsnaz turned to Dima and said his pieces before twisting back and observing the destruction below.
"Yeah, it went fine. How long till we drop off?". Dima replied, drawing his assault rifle and doing the same.

"About 17 mintues, seems like the VDV have really fucked themselves this time, seriously? An entire Aibourne battalion full of the bastards running around in the city below, apparently they have armoured units and helicopter support too. And I thought we could look to a nice break this year". Another man on Dimas right side answered. He was wearing a red jacket which inscribed the words "born to kill" most Spetsnaz operatives had a girlfriend or a wife to see after going on leave, Dima didn't have any of that. He was a cold bastard to begin with, sometimes utterly inhuman due to his lack of emotion.

And yet that dream with the rainbow haired girl had moved him, he felt like he did infact love her. Pity that it was a dream. A little tear came out of his eye and Dima gripped the helicopter fuselage above him in pain.

"5minutes to go, some surface to air missiles firing at us, brace and hold". The pilot reported through radio. As he threw the MI-24 into a higher altitude and then poped flares, leaving red sparks in the distance as the missiles flew into them and not at the helicopter.

Dima turned the safety of his assault rifle and watched as a battalion of friendly tanks marched down a street below, crashing into buildings and killing the Rouge forces.
"That's the seventh down there, I thought they were based in Siberia". He said to himself before simply returning to the carnage below, despite all the death and destruction going on Dima was thinking about something else. The woman in his dreams and the pony too.

"You ok sergeant?, you look a bit confused". A voice broke his concentration and Dima angrily stared at the operative talking to him until the guy went back to doing other things.

"Shit, that helos been hit". One of the Spetsnaz"s stated, pointing to a nearby MI-8 transport which had been flying along in formation until a anti aircraft missile hit the cockpit and decapitated the front of the aircraft.

"This isn't safe airspace, hold on we are going to ground level". The pilot grunted, talking Dimas helicopter down further and further before they levelled out,almost hitting the rooftops of some buildings.

"You think we are going to get there on time?".
"Yes, otherwise those missiles will fuck us".
Two soldiers talked to each other.

Dima didn't care about them of course, he was too busy in deep thought to notice a fiery trail of smoke leave the ground. He didn't notice the emergency lights go on as they stated a missile had locked on.

He only noticed what had happened when a massive explosion tore the floor under him and Dima fell out of the helicopter, he watched it disintegrate into a massive ball of fire as he fell through the air and landed on the ground.
"Bmp-2s and BTR80s on our left, we also have a MI28 Havoc attacking troops transports in sector 0-1".
"Company of VDV flanking on our behind, we will engage soon".
"We are going to pull out,some cover me!".
The flurry of radios were defaning as Dima threw himself over a wall as a BMP-2s auto cannon blasted the spot where he had previously been. "This is Sargent Dima,GRU,I am under heavy fire, requesting air support". He camly stated into the air waves, but it was already full of support requests.

In the nick of time,Dima flung himself into a burning building as the Apc smashed through the wall he had vaulted and started to unload its cannon at him, it barely missed as he kept running through the building that had been hit by a 122mm rocket by a friendly MI24 attack helicopter. The burly sargent then began to relax as the apc stopped and started to engage a different target.

"Shit,Im getting too old for this". His heavy Siberian accent was heard, his lips moved in such a way that he could never smile.
The hells that?,VDV?.
Dima was right to trust his senses, in the collapsing building, he had barley heard a squad of enemy airborne troops enter the logical standards they would have been deployed from the BMP-2 and were searching for him. However to Dima "logic" was complete bullshit,the beatings in the Spetsnaz while he was training was enough to defy logic.

"Rule number one, never be heard". He repeated the first rule that his instructors had taught him. He drew out a large knife, by contrast it was enough to pierce metal. He got down on his kness and prepared to strike while they went past.
"Rule number two, always be aggressive". His breathing slowed and he remained motionless. The VDV troops passed next to him without even noticing.
"RULE NUMBER THREE,ALWAYS BE ON YOUR GUARD!". He shouted at the startled troops and struck at the most rearward one.
Dima held his prey in a locking position before slitting his throat.

The remaing four men of the squad steadied themselves and drew their weapons, but Dima was ready. He pulled his knife out of the dead guards throat and threw it into one of the troops chests,his aim was perfect and the man soon drowned in his own blood as the thrown knife punctured his lungs.

The reaming three fired,thier AK47s hip fired madly, in return Dima combat rolled and pulled out his pistol. "Think you have the better of me?". He murmured to himself as he pulled the trigger three times, each one a perfect headshot.
The brains of the remaining soldiers were splattered against the walls, only a short stump left in their necks.
"Easy peasy shotgun squeasy"Dima tried to grin as he assessed his situation.

"Trapped inside enemy terriotry,with no way out...check.
BMP-2 currently fucking around...check.
"Perfect". He couldn't smile, but the look in his cold eyes did. His ears then pricked as his keen senses picked out the distant but far closing rumble of a tracked vehicle's engine. "I bet thats the BMP-2".Dima betted before pulling out a grenade from his webbing.

The offending apc then smashed through the building, it almost ran him under but Dima had already climbed onto the turret. Sweating slight he opened the hatch and a the commander of the BMP-2 was decipated by his knife, chucking his grenade in the open turret hatch the Spetsnaz man then jumped off the apc before it exploded. His boots clanging on the metal roof the Sargent threw himself off the vehicle in the nick of time as it exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere and destroying the building that he was in.

Quick to react and noticing the rapidly falling structure. Dima cannonballed out of a nearby window and landed on the floor with a large thump. "Well I survived, I swear I could sense a few things happened before they did. Weird I guess". He chuckled to himself before getting up.

Then a feeling of Déjà vu hit him. A bright light white appeared in front and Dima was consumed by it.
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He felt something weird, for a moment he was falling through thousands of metres of air, the next moment he was in the dark.
Dima couldn't see anything, even himself.
"What the fell...I...the fuck?".He uttered before screaming, he had only ever screamed in as much pain when he was shot in the thigh during training so he could know pain...now he felt true pain. And yet he felt used to it, like he had done it before.

His feet and hands began to mould into hoofs, his face lengenthed.
Dima grew a tail, and wings before falling again.
"THIS IS FUCKING RETARDEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!". He shouted.

Wait, haven't I gone through this before. Isn't this what happened in the dream?.
Is Dash real?. Am I seeing her now?. Is this her coming to save me?. Am I a pony?. I am, she is a pony. We are both ponies.

Dima noticed a familiar trail of rainbow colourered vapour light up the sky. He then also remembered how to fly. Using his wings to level himself out, Dima was soon hovering in the air, a crazy grin on his face as he remembered what had happened in the dream. But it wasn't a dream.

He recognised the mare coming towards him as his lover, his girlfriend, and he loved her.

The Cyan Pegasus in front recognised him, her magenta eyes shining and cheeks slightly red.
"Remember me?". Dima stated, crossing his front hoofs.
"Yeah…,Dima right?". The mare flew a little closer.
"You remember a dream right Dash?". The stallion remarked, getting slightly closer aswell.

"Yeah, I remember you went out the room and here I was, back in Equestria, until I realised that you weren't here. I felt pretty lonely until I saw a bright white light engulf this part of the sky so I flew over and saw it was you". Dash"s smile grew wider as their faces almost touched, their muzzles only a few inches apart.

"I think we both had a bit of a random adventure".Dima grinned back.
"Yeah, although you never got to see my friends". Dash flew beside him as they flew to ponyville.

"Think Ill say hi".Dima said back as he placed a hoof over his girlfriends neck and felt the warmth radiate out.
"We are technically going out right?". Dash grew a little bit hotter as she turned to face him.
"Yeah, your my…what is it?, mare friend in pony terms?". The large stallion spoke again.
"Pretty much". The mare with the rainbow mane answered.

"So where were we?". They both said at the same time as the two ponies pulled each other on the ground for a make out session, their love realised and stuff.