North Eastern Virginia, USA

Private James Ramirez

"Are you seeing this? Jesus Christ look at them all!" Dunn was looking at the sky in bewilderment as Russian cargo planes flew overhead the suburbs of Northern Virginia.

It was literally raining men and James Ramirez was so done with this day already. Russians invading, Allen was dead, terrorists and politics. He only knew about the first three, he wouldn't touch politics.

The entire situation was fucked. Cars flipped over, people screaming and lying dead on the streets, and the thick smoke protruding from houses. The Humvee in front of them started to let loose on some poor Russian paratroopers that landed or flew too close to them.

The sky was filled with planes and paratroopers, tracer fire would light the sky up like a Christmas tree, and only two American jets were up there trying to stop the invasion.

M4 was already firing at the Russians, hitting them from out of the sky like it was nothing. Her mini gun was singing the song of death as it whirred and spat out bullets like a tsunami.

"Broken arrow! Broken arrow!" Was the last thing Ramirez heard from the radio before something made the humvee in front of them stop.

It was big, green, and fucking terrifying. Looking at them with a 30mm autocannon.

"We got a BTR! Get out, get out!" Sgt. Foley yelled.

It turned the first Humvee into a burning wreck.

while it wasn't aiming at them, the bullets passed through and started to hit them.

Ramirez took two steps before his humvee exploded in a hail of autocannon fire. M4 fortunately picked him up and shoved him to start running.

He did just that dodging bullets and cannon shells along the way.

"team this way, let's go!" Sgt Foley yells as he signals towards an alleyway.

Ramirez exhaled a breath of relief as he checked body for any injuries. By a miracle or mere luck he got out of there uninjured.

"Thanks M4." He turned to face her. "Would've been toast without you."

The person in question shrugged and patted him on the back. "Just make sure you don't need saving all the time. I can't baby you everywhere."

"You're the one that keeps babying me anyways." Ramirez shot back.

"Whatever you say, whatever you say." M4 simply responded.

Dunn caught up to Ramirez with a teasing smirk on his face. "M4 and Ramirez sitting in a tree Ki-"

"Overlord this is hunter 2-1 requesting air support over!" Foley requested out over the radio

.

All of Hunter 2-1 did agree that airsupport would've been nice right now.

Overlord responded quickly, "Hunter 2-1 all air support is already engaged... additional ground support is en route to your position, but has encountered heavy resistance over."

"Roger that overlord... be advised we have encountered enemy armor and are proceeding on foot, over"

"Overlord copies all, good luck, out"

"Roger that"

"Hey sarge" Dunn questioned, "did HQ tell us to go 'F' ourselves"

"Pretty much corporal," Foley replied.

"How are we gonna destroy that BTR?" Ramirez whispered to M4

M4 shrugged. "It's Sergeant Foley, he'll find a way."

Hunter 2-1 crossed the road heading straight towards the BTR, "Team be advised don't engage the BTR it hasn't acquired us yet!"

Foley moved up, "hang right stay behind it!" He said while eyeing the BTR as it was destroying houses left and right.

The BTR stopped suddenly looking at the Burger town restaurant. Soldiers dismounted and started to guard, said BTR.

"I got visual on the crash sight" Foley says through the radio, "that's where raptor went down!"

Ramirez sighed as he hid behind a car, "of course we have to get past the BTR."

M4 who was next to Ramirez sighed at his sigh. "Look on the bright side, we aren't fighting civilians with guns anymore."

"I don't know about you, but I'd rather fight the civilians with guns than the Russian Military."

"Wouldn't you like a challenge every once in a while?"

"Not everybody can shoot and think like you in a situation like this."

"I know right, I'm special."

"Really special all right." M4 glared at Ramirez who looked ready to kill him. M4 would divert that anger to the Russians that were walking towards them.

The Russians start patrolling down the road towards their position. Talking about whatever Russians talk about.

"Wait for them to walk past you before you shoot them." Foley whispered over the radio.

M4 flips the fire selector switch to full auto as the footsteps get closer. Ramirez switched to his underbarrel shotgun.

Once the first two Russians walked past Ramirez blasted them with the shotgun. M4 stood up and sprayed the people behind them.

The BTR began to turn its turret towards their location. While more Russian troops began to push them.

"Ramirez! Use your smoke to blind it. M4, Dunn, Morgan cover him!"

Ramirez took a smoke grenade from his plate carrier and threw it. The grenade popped and started to spread the smoke, he threw four more of them. It covered the area quickly making it difficult for the Russians to see them.

The BTR was basically blinded. The Russians pushing them got gunned down by M4 or the other Rangers.

"Use the cover from the smoke and run past the BTR into the alley!" Yelled foley as he sprinted towards the alley way.

One of the Rangers, Morgan, started to run. Until the BTR started to blind fire at their position. A stray round hit him in his chest killing him instantly.

"Shit!" A Ranger yelled as he ran past Morgan's corpse, "Morgan's down, they fucking got him!"

"Goddammit! Come on, we got to go!" Yelled Dunn.

Ramirez unfortunately in this situation was starting to hate being the fastest in Hunter 2-1. As he ran face first into very angry Slavic men with very scary looking guns.

Bumping into the man he shoved him and fired a round into his chest. Ramirez fell backwards and when he landed started to spray the remaining Russians who looked confused at what happened.

Three more Russians ran into the alley way as Ramirez's gun ran out of ammo. Thinking fast and remembering words from an SAS book he read back in the Middle East.

"Switching to your pistol is faster than reloading."

Well in the couple seconds Ramirez had before he died he had a better idea. If switching to your pistol is fast, then grabbing another must rifle is faster.

Ramirez grabbed an AK-74 off of one of the dead Russians and killed the three paratroopers. More paratroopers poured into the alley way and Ramirez fired the grenade launcher from the AK.

"Haha get some!" Ramirez yelled as the dead bodies of the Russians fell.

"Jesus fuck Ramirez, what are you? Clint Eastwood reincarnated?" Dunn asked with wide eyes as he had just witnessed Ramirez moments before.

Actually the entirety of Hunter 2-1 stood there with wide eyes.

Ramirez stood up and brushed himself off before reloading his weapon.

"What?"

Foley, who immediately recovered, snapped everyone out of the trance. "Come on, we've still got Russians inside the gas station."

Fighting moved from the alleyway to a gas station that the Russians took cover in. Ramirez and Dunn took point.

"Hey Ramirez throw a nade inside! They'll run out once they hear that thing hit the floor!"

"Copy that" Ramirez grabbed a grenade from his vest and threw it inside.

In fact he didn't only throw one, he threw three. Why didn't Ramirez take EOD or become an Explosives specialist no one would ever know.

"Граната! граната!" Yelled one of the soldiers inside. He ran out and met Dunn's rifle fire.

The entire building shook as the grenades went off in an interval. All the windows shattered and Ramirez swore he could hear the bodies hit the ground.

Ramirez ran inside and cleared the building, "It's clear! It's clear!"

Dunn walked up to M4, "Is he always like this in combat?"

"Haven't you and him gone on Missions together?"

"Yeah, but I haven't actually been with him in combat."

"Yes, he is always like this in combat."

"Scary, not as scary as you, but scary."

M4 smiled widely, "Good, no ones scarier than me."

"Your sist-"

"Sisters?" Ramirez walked up to the two Rangers.

M4 sighed, "Nothing, forget about it." She waved him off and then walked away towards Foley.

Dunn shrugged, "Sensitive topic."

Ramirez decided to ignore the topic and called out to Sergeant Foley, "Buildings clear!"

Sgt. Foley ran down the road, "Copy that Ramirez, on me! Go go go!"

"What the fuck." Ramirez internally sighed and ran down with him.

After getting to cover Foley signaled for the rest of Hunter 2-1 to follow and run down the road.

"Hey Ranger, get over here!" The ranger he called out to, presumably defending the restaurant 'Nates'

"Private, give me a sit-rep! Where's Raptor?" Sgt Foley asked the Ranger who looked like he'd been in a scuffle.

"We moved him to the meat locker after a fight with the Ruskies. it's practically bulletproof!"

"What's his status?" Sergeant Foley asked again.

"He's still unconscious, got a medic?"

"Corporal Dunn check it out, what else?"

Cpl. Dunn murmured to himself as he ran towards the meat locker. "I'm not a medic."

"Our captains are dead, the Russians are everywhere and are heading towards this location. We're almost out of ammo too. Good news though! We got a resupply crate at the top of Nates."

Ramirez sucked in his breath knowing what Foley would say.

"Hey Ramirez." Sergeant Foley looked at him in the eyes and put a smirk on his face. "go check it out with M4."

Ramirez frowned and climbed up the ladder leading to the roof. M4 was already up there resupplying M4 magazines.

"How'd you get here so fast?" She was stuffing M4 magazines in her plate carrier and backpack.

"I need to resupply." M4 simply shrugged, "we're gonna have tons of Russians try and take this position right?"

"Yeah." Ramirez turned back to the crate and pulled out a sentry turret. "Woah what the fuck? Look how cool this thing is!"

He showed it to M4 who didn't have the same enthusiasm as him. "What's next, some sort of combat robot dog?"

M4 smiled at a memory she had, "Actually we might already have one."

Ramirez raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's just an old teammate. It's nothing."

"Heads up ladies, we got trucks to the south!" Sgt. Foley yelled over the radio.

A squad of Rangers started to climb up the roof to start defending the restaurant.

Ramirez grabbed the sentry turret and plopped it on the ground. The gun and electronics whirred to life as it started scanning the environment.

Smoke popped out on the south side of the road, "they're using smoke to cover their advance!" Dunn cried out.

Ramirez grabbed an EBR-14 with a thermal optic. It was laying on the rooftop with no apparent owner.

"haha, it's showtime"

He aimed and saw the white thermal signatures and started to fire. The human outlines started to drop one by one as Ramirez kept shooting them.

Like shooting blind fish in a barrel.

"Behind us! Tangos on the roof behind us. Shoot them!" A Ranger screamed

as M4 turned around and quickly dispatched the Russians behind them.

A soldier next to her was unfortunately killed in the fighting taking multiple bullets to the upper torso.

She winced and pulled his body behind cover, "Fuck Walters down! Walters down!"

"Dunn!" Sgt. Foley yelled, "watch the sides they're trying to climb up. Ramirez! Keep on shooting them!"

Ramirez was in the middle of changing a magazine, "I'm trying I'm trying! You kill one another and takes his place!"

M4 emptied a mag into three Russians while Dunn stabbed one of them with his combat knife.

"Yeah! Get some!" He yelled as he pushed the body to the side.

Sgt. Foley looked behind him when he heard the sound of vehicles and an "URAHHH!!"

The Russians started pushing the northside.

"Shit, we got contacts to the north. Team, shift your fire north."

Ramirez grabbed the sentry turret and lugged it across to the other side, "Jesus this thing is heavy."

Once placed down the sentry gun's mini gun whirred and started to fire, blasting the charging Russians.

"Whooo!" One of the Rangers yelled. "Look at that baby go!"

"Ramirez take them down!" Cried out Dunn while he was suppressed by gun fire.

"Already doing that!" Ramirez ditched the EBR for a M249 and was laying into the enemy lines.

The remaining Russians were killed or retreated away to who knows where. Ramirez breathed a sigh of relief as he picked up his original rifle.

M4 reloaded her rifle while Dunn and the rest of the Rangers cheered.

It would not last for long as the silence and distant gunfire were replaced with the sound of a familiar engine. One that Ramirez preferred not to hear.

Three BTRs moved down the street, crushing a police car in the process. Then an explosion hit the diner in front of them, blowing it up to kingdom come.

"What the fuck?!" Yelled one of the Rangers at the bottom.

"What the hell was that!" Dunn yelled he was on his back as the shockwave pushed him down.

"Get off the roof... Everybody get off that fucking roof!" Foley yelled. Everyone ran and started climbed down the ladder.

"It's a enemy UAV operator, I have a visual on him, he's remote piloting those fucking missiles. We got to do something about him." Dunn said as he pointed to the diner, "he's over there, that diner to the west"

M4 raised her hand, "I'll go! I'll go and take out that SOB!"

Sgt. Foley shook his head, "No... Ramirez!"

Ramirez perked his head up as he grabbed an AK-12 off of one of the dead paratroopers, "Sir?"

'Fuck!' Ramirez thought, 'Why me?"

"Get over there and kill that SOB! I'm sending a part of the squad to go help you!"

"Uh... yessir!"

M4 watched as Ramirez ran towards a burning car taking cover behind it.

Ramirez was panicking, that BTR would shred them. Suddenly his hands land on the deceased body of a Russian Anti tank soldier. He sighed, today was the day he was using up all his luck.

Grabbing the RPG he aimed it towards the BTR and fired.

"Eat shit!"

The rocket propelled itself towards the first BTR and it exploded fantastically. Ramirez then threw smoke grenades as they began to run. Another explosion rocked the ground next to him as Ramirez and the two other Rangers hit the ground hard.

M4 who was watching from afar had a scared look on her face and studied them for any movement.

"Fuck, is he dead?" Dunn called out to Foley

"Hey Thomas you alright?!" Ramirez said as he pulled him towards cover.

"I'm good I just have a pain in my leg, what abou-"

Before Thomas could speak had Ramirez already spoken

"Sorry man, they're gone."

"Fuck…"

"Hey Thomas, can you run?"

"I can, I can." He did a thumbs up

"Ok, just follow me!"

The duo sprinted across the open road, the smoke from the smoke grenades still looking like puffy clouds.

"Ramirez got a grenade or a flash bang?"

Ramirez smiled

"I got a ton, ready?"

"Mentally no, physically yes"

"Sounds like a you problem"

Ramirez pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin. He nodded towards Thomas who nodded confirming he was ready.

There was yelling inside the buildings as the grenade hit the floor. Once it exploded Ramirez and Thomas started to clear out the building and execute the survivors.

Thomas checked the last of the bodies for any signs of life. "I got nothing, it's clear!"

Ramirez nodded as he began to search around for the drone controller, "we gotta silence those BTRs."

His eyes darted around until it landed on the UAV control laptop thing.

"you know how to use it?" Thomas said right behind him.

"Probably, I mean. How hard can it be?"

Ramirez grabbed the laptop and saw the aerial view of the ground. He then pressed the big red button that probably meant "Fire!" In Russian. Ramirez then used the arrow keys to control the missile and guided it into the BTR.

"Good effect on the target that's a kill Ramirez, take out the second!" Sergeant Foley yelled over the radio.

The other BTR, probably realizing what was happening, turned it's turret away from Nate's diner and towards them.

Ramirez and the cruise missile he had control over was quicker and it quickly ended the BTRs service life.

"Nice work team regroup over here" Sgt. Foley said over the radio.

Ramirez shut the laptop and put it in his backpack for safekeeping.

The duo ran across the road when three Russian fighter jets swoosh down and almost

demolished the entire diner. The two Rangers immediately stopped staring at the smoke cloud.

"Holy shit!" Thomas yelled.

Ramirez "Come on, let's move. They might be alive!"

Sgt. Foley responded coughing hard, "We're fine Ramirez the bombs barley just missed. Everyone listen up, we got a new plan. Ramirez take your team and secure the burger town, we're gonna move raptor there. This location was compromised, take M4 with you."

M4 appeared besides Ramirez. "What up James, I'm better at this sort of shit. Follow me!"

Just like that she dashed off, Ramirez sighed and started running off after her.

Russians were situated all through the windows and on the roof. M4 made short work of them, as per usual. Gunning them down like it was target practice on a Tuesday or something.

Ramirez was just along for the ride following her path of destruction. While she was basically aimbotting the Russians.

The fight was short and one sided despite their only being two Rangers. One Ranger specifically if you counted who was actually fighting.

"Place is secure, Sergeant!" M4 called out over the radio.

"We're gonna move raptor to the burger town meat locker as a group. On three... one... two... three! Go go go!"

Sgt. Foley emerged from the back entrance accompanied by fellow Rangers. Which immediately came under fire from paratroopers that were positioned on top of buildings and behind makeshift barricades.

M4 busy shooting realized that Ramirez was scrounging around in his backpack for something.

"What are you doing? I can't do all the work!"

Ramirez grabbed the Russian laptop and opened it, the drone was still online.

M4 looked at the screen as Ramirez launched a missile then looked to the sky as a missile exploded. Vaporizing a group of Russians.

Ramirez kept doing this process until Foley, Raptor, and his team made their way inside the Burger town.

"Ramirez we got dozens of foot mobiles coming into our position use that predator drone to eliminate that infantry! Protect the burger town!" Sgt. Foley yelled on the radio.

Ramirez did just that using the drone as M4 watched from behind him. Look up as she saw the missile coming down and hit the clumps of Russians.

Even if he was smiting the Russians, they still kept on coming. They really wanted them dead or maybe they wanted Raptor or something.

Ramirez stopped thinking, thinking was for Squad leaders. He resumed firing the missiles.

Ramirez was about to send another missile in until the screen went static.

"Somebody destroyed our predator drone!" Called out a Ranger

Ramirez frowned, "I was having fun! Goddamn Russians."

M4 smirked, "Come on now Ramirez you have a gun don't you? So kill them with it!"

"Not everybody can shoot like you. Some of us actually miss with guns."

He grabbed the AK-12 he still had and started to shoot it. Even if he was kind of a bad shot he still downed a couple of paratroopers.

The Russians stopped advancing and Ramirez felt a large amount of Deja vu.

"What's next? A helicopter, they sent us multiple BTRs already."

Rotor blades were heard in the distance and M4 punched Ramirez.

"Look what you did!"

"Wha- it was a joke!"

"You don't joke about things like that! Look what happened."

"Hunter 2-1, Overlord, multiple enemy gunships approaching your position. An estimated twenty foot mobiles have just arrived."

"Ramirez!" Yelled Foley, "Grab the Stingers a top of Nates and…. How is he there already?"

Ramirez already knew what Foley would say and rushed down towards the diner. How did he know what he would say? Well let's say it's down to intuition.

Grabbing a stinger he launched it towards the helicopter. It spun for a bit then exploded in a million bits and pieces.

He swore his combat experience was like a video or something. If he didn't know any better he was probably living in one. His record was gonna be a crazy one if he survived this war.

He grabbed another stinger and locked on to the next helicopter. It must be weird for Hunter 2-1 to see him facing off against two helicopter gunships.

He fired a second off the second Stinger and it hit the second chopper. It came crashing down on some of the Russian Paratroopers.

The third helicopter flew dangerously close to Ramirez and started firing its cannon.

Almost forgetting to grab the second stinger, he jumped off the roof (stumbled and fell off the roof) and started locking the third helicopter.

Yup! His life was a video game and he hated it. All this hero shit, couldn't somebody else do it?

He fired the missile and it, like the rest, slammed into the helicopter making it come down.

The footmobiles were killed by the Hunter 2-1 (M4) and were heading towards him.

"Look at you, already becoming a war hero." Dunn said, "The ladies would like that. Swooning over you and blushing whenever you step into the room."

Dunn then whispered. "Although a certain someone I know wouldn't allow that."

Ramirez wasn't paying attention. In fact he was wondering how many bananas a rocket from a stinger would go.

Is it bananas per hour or bananas per meter?

Why was he thinking about bananas? He was hungry.

Why did Ramirez think when he was hungry? He would never know.

"-ames Ramirez!" Yelled Foley.

He immediately snapped out from his thoughts.

"I see the convoy!" Sgt. Foley yelled, "let's get out of here now! Let's go, let's go!"

They were making their way towards the convoy when overlord decided to call, "this is overlord hunter 2-1 give me a sit-rep over"

"Overlord, hunter 2-1. Be advised precious cargo is secured I repeat precious cargo is secured. We're Oscar Mike"

"Overlord copies all good job"

M4 pulled Ramirez to the side and jumped on him. "You're carrying me."

"What?" Ramirez looked down at the women in his hands.

"You heard, I did save your life. This is your way of repaying me." She stretched and then settled into place.

Ramirez sighed, "Why do I agree to these things?"

He carried the surprisingly heavy M4 towards the convoy. Ignoring the looks he was given, with the words. "She just jumped on me."

Setting her down in the seat of the Humvee he made his way towards his seat.

"Squad" Sgt. Foley addresses them all, "we still got 2,000 civies in Arcadia if you got a family there it's your lucky day. We're saving their lives."

With that the convoy started rolling and Ramirez laid back the best he could into his seat.

"You know?" He spoke to M4 who pulled out a cinnamon bun.

"I was right, you are surprisingly heavy. I knew those cinnamon buns would make you fat."

Sergeant Foley sighed and looked over to Dunn who was driving. "Don't worry, I have a medkit."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!

It took longer then I expected to finish.