Chapter 1: Prologue

A Television turns in with a click and the theme song of MECNC plays, with newscaster Bahiyya Batul appearing in the screen

"On today's story: President of Syria, Bashar al-Assad was assassinated today in his Presidential Palace by an unknown group. Although his loyal subjects are saddened with his passing, the opposition to his regime appears to have had their morale restored and have renewed their advance and captured the cities of Hama and Rastan in the 10th year of Syria's Civil War. In other news, Iran, the Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic, the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, and the Palestine Liberation Organization continue to voice their resistance and disapproval at the MEC's Chancellor decision to approve the resolution to accept Israel as a new member of the Middle East Coalition in the face of Israel's alleged human rights abuse against the Palestinian people and it's occupation of the West Bank. We have an update: According to Prime Minister Naftali Bennett, many areas in Israel have gone dark due to unknown means-"

The television was shut off with a click. "I'm not sure if the news is getting worse or not." The man groaned. He puts the remote down and goes to the Apartment's kitchen. "Meh, it's a little too early to tell anyways, especially at almost 3 in the morning." He brewed some coffee and took a sip from it.

If you were wondering, that man is me; Sergeant Abd al-Rashid, a medic of the Middle East Coalition or 'MEC' for short. I wish it's coffee wasn't more bitter than normal coffee to be honest

As soon Abd finished his cup of coffee the wall-phone ringed and he answers it. "Hello?" Abd asked. "Sergeant, this is Colonel Afran." The voice on the end of the line said.

Abd was confused, since this is the first time Colonel Afran called him on his personnel number. "What do you need sir?" Abd asked his superior officer. "The Chancellor is calling for troops to return to base due to the MEC considering the possibility of intervening into the Syrian Civil War" The colonel answered with a low tone.

"Tell me you're not serious?" Abd asked with disbelief about what the colonel just said. "Afraid so sergeant, so I'll see you at 0500 hours. Colonel Afran out" The Colonel said before hanging up on Abd. "Roger that, sir" Abd said solemnly and went to prepare to go to HQ.

A few hours later…

Abd arrives at the security checkpoint of HQ in his car. "Welcome to Omega base, may I see your identification?" The security guard asked Abd. Abd gives the security officer his ID and military papers. "Welcome back to base sergeant, come on through''

The security officer hands Abd back his ID and papers and opens the gate for Abd to roll on through. Abd drives through the gate and parks his car somewhere and heads inside the base. As he walks through the corridors , he spots Afran. He quickly jogs up to him and salulates

"Sergeant Abd al-Rashid! Reporting for duty sir!" Said Abl. Afran finishes talking to a fellow soldier and turns towards Abd. "At ease, Sergeant. I want you to-" Afran was interrupted when medics pushed a gurney with a wounded soldier and both Abd and Afran moved out of the way. "What the hell happened?" Questioned Abd when he saw the wounded soldier. Afran sighed "An old American M4 rifle exploded on him and he's currently on his way to receive medical attention." Afran pinches the bridge of the nose.

"Damn, anyways what you were trying to say to me?" Abd questioned the colonel. "I want you to head to the training grounds for tomorrow's troop retrain." Afran told Abd. "Yes sir" Abd salutes the colonel, which he salutes back and Abd goes towards the training grounds. "God help us when the MEC does intervene…" Said Afran to himself and he walks towards the officer barracks. As soon as he goes into the barracks, he's meeted with Captain Boutros Basir, who's just outside the door to the barracks.

"Colonel" The Captain introduced himself to the colonel. "Captain" The Colonel does the same. Seconds went and both men laughed a bit and hugged each other. "It's good to see you again, Emin. Haven't seen you since you were just ranked a Lieutenant." Said Boutros. "I can say the same for you, Boutros. How's the MECSF treating ya?" Asked Emin.

"It treats me alright, as long no one does any stupid. How's High Command treating ya?" Asked Boutros. "It's tiring really, but someone gotta do something" Emin shrugged and Boutros thought for a moment. "I heard we're going to intervene in Syria, is that true?" Asked Boutros about it. Emin sighs "Yes, it's true, I don't know if the MECSF is going to be involved in the intervention" Boutros digests the information about this development. "Damn. Wait until a country from the West gets pissed about it or something" Boutros joked with Emin chuckling at Boutros' joke.

"Anyways I gotta get going, can't have the Commander realizing I was gone, I'll see you next time" Boutros said to Emin before walking back to MECSF barracks. Emin thought to himself "I hope tomorrow goes well" and he walks into the Officer's barracks.

Later tonight…

A head armory officer turns on the news and it shows the Chancellor of the MEC, Ayman Asad-Asim while speaking with talk-show host, Amit Allamu. "Mr. Chancellor, there are rumors that you plan to intervene into the Syrain Civil War in its 10th year. Is this true?" Amit Allamu asked the Chancellor. The Chancellor leans a bit and clears his throat. "Yes, it's true" The audience mutters about this revelation. "I know this is troublesome news and I know certain countries are going to object to this, but understand why." The Chancellor clears his throat again and continues. "We received info that our former ally, Russia broke International law by secretly invading Syria." The audience mutters with a few gasps at this news that Russia invaded another country. "So, I'm investing a few battalions and corps to cooperate with the UN Peacekeepers operating in the region, and I believe this peacekeeping will not only help stabilize the country but it'll strengthen the relations between Israel and Iran through their soldiers in said battalions and corps." The Chancellor finishes his speech with the audience muttering more loudly about his plan and news regarding Russia. "The Saudi-born Chancellor, Ayman Asad-Asim's speech had quite a mixed reaction around the world, such as the American President, Francis Kennedy praising Ayman;'This war in Syria has gone on too long now, it must come to an end' to the Russian, President Makarov Lenin refuted; 'I'm greatly saddened that Ayman believes we're invading Syria, when in fact it's intervention on the late Bashar's behalf'. "The story will continue to unfold as we -"

The head armory officer turns off the news and digests the information from what he just saw;

"Ah, bloody...Hell" The officer mumbles with contempt and annoyance at this and it means one thing: The UK is going to get involved and SAS is going to get involved as well and he's gonna have to spend 1-2 days cleaning all of the weapons that are currently in the armory... "Fuck me sideways to Hell and back…" The head armory officer groaned. He gets up from his chair and goes to get his tools before his radio turns on

"Hey Mac, are you there?" The voice on the radio asked Mac. Mac grabs the radio "Yeah I'm here, just getting my tools." "We got a F.N.G coming in tomorrow, her codename is 'Saint'. The voice on the radio said. Mac was confused by the choice of a codename "Saint? What kind of codename is that?" Mac asked.

"'Raid that's classified. Of course get the weapons and gear ready, today's is going to be interesting." The voice on the radio said before hanging up on Mac. Mac stood there for a few seconds. "Yep, fuck me to hell and back"

Thank you for reading the first chapter of this fanfic. I know it's probably not good or anything, but I feel I did a 'not bad' job on this. Please comment, review and give constructivecriticism, thanks again for reading the first chapter