West Virginia, Arcadia
Private James Ramirez
"You've lost your touch M4, didn't even knock me out." Ramirez said while rubbing his cheeks. An imprint of a hand is still red on it.
M4 hmphed and turned away from him. "What good would that have done? We're in the middle of a combat situation. We couldn't do it with you knocked out."
The convoy stopped in the Evac point, a long line of civilians lined up ready to be transported out of Virginia. Chinooks, Blackhawks, and even civilian helicopters were taking off and landing for the next wave.
Sgt. Foley got out of the humvee first.
"Where's your commanding officer private?" He asked one of the guards.
"Over there, that building to your left sir!" He pointed towards it.
"Thank you, M4, come with me and the rest of you stay here." Foley and M4 went off towards the command building leaving Ramirez and Dunn to rearm and relax.
Dunn taps Ramirez's arm, "want some?" He had a cigarette in his mouth and offered one to Ramirez.
Ramirez smiled at the gesture but shook his head, "Thank you but I don't smoke. If I somehow manage to survive all those missions the Sarge is giving me. I don't want to die from something like lung cancer."
"So…" Dunn took in a breath and exhaled. "What do you think of all this?"
Ramirez shrugged. "You really want to know?"
Dunn nodded. "Yeah, I feel angry, I want to march all the way up to Moscow and beat Vorshevsky's head in."
Ramirez chuckled at the sentence. "I don't know, I feel angry for sure. But I really don't know how to feel about all this. As long as my mom and little brother are safe I'm in the same boat as you."
"I get'cha." Dunn said, "worried about my family too. Luckily they live all the way in Cali."
The rangers resupplied and lazed about for about 30 minutes as M4 and Sgt. Foley were getting debriefed. Sgt. Foley was relaxed as he could be M4, however, was oddly tense.They were standing before General Shepard.
"My Task Force is out of the country. I'm commandeering your unit Sergeant Foley."
Sgt. Foley nodded, "Yes sir. All yours, sir."
General Shepard turned towards a map, "I've requisitioned a Stryker from the Eight Armored. You might know her."
The Ranger took a look at the call sign and grinned. "Yeah I do, Honey Badgers, a mean bitch, sir."
"She'll walk you in. The Russians are burning through our defenses and intel. Can't let them take this corner."
"Just point it on the map sir, they won't take it."
"The AA site is right there." General Shepard pointed towards a circle on the map. "After that take a detour to this house. Got it?"
Sgt. Foley nodded, "Yes sir!"
General Shepard turned to M4, "Your dismissed Sergeant, I need to talk to this young lady here."
The Sergeant quickly made his way out of the room.
"Now that he's gone I'm sure you have your questions. Your sister Sopmod is safe, she's doing some work in South America."
M4 breathed a sigh of relief. "Sir, I still have some questions."
General Shepard nodded, "Ask away then…"
Cpl. Dunn looked up and saw Sgt. Foley with M4 walking towards them. He looked around and saw Ramirez propped up against an ammo box snoozing away.
"Wake up Ramirez the Sergeant and your girlfriend is here."
Ramirez snorted, "I'm up, I'm up! Also she's not my girlfriend."
Dunn smiled cheekily. "Give it time."
"Fuck you."
Cpl. Dunn waved at the approaching duo. "So what's the new mission Sarge?"
Sgt. Foley readies up his weapon, "the evac choppers are taking heavy losses from AA fire. Our job is to take out the AA so they can leave, we got a Stryker here that can do most of the heavy lifting. All we have to do is keep the RPGs off of it."
Ramirez grabbed his Scar H, "When are we leaving?"
"Right now."
Private James Ramirez
1st BN., 75th Ranger Regiment
Northeastern Virginia, U.S.A.
18:59
The smell of burning rubber and smoke made the air heavy and hard to breathe. Ramirez had to adjust his Shemagh and readjust his goggles as the sweat piled up. Ramirez was walking point, a little behind the Stryker.
He was first in line to get shot, "how wonderful" Ramirez muttered to himself, "well, orders are orders"
To the Ranger walking point, something felt off. He dismissed the fact as everything felt off when walking point. He was in an urban area with Russians all around killing anything that moved how could a person not feel off. It was an Ambush waiting to happen.
His suspicions were confirmed as he spotted movement from the roof of a yellow house.
"Yellow house on the left side!" Ramirez yelled as he raised his rifle to fire.
The Russian soldier stood up and fired a rocket towards the Stryker, missing it by a meter. The rocket slammed into a car next to it sending fragmentation everywhere.
Ramirez could feel something hit his chest, like a punch. The wind was knocked out of him and he fell down on the ground. He looked around seeing Dunn and M4 taking cover behind a car trying to suppress the enemy.
Sgt. Foley was yelling something to him.
"-et of the damn street! RAMIREZ! Get off the fucking street!"
He then saw him tap a M249 wielding Ranger, "Put suppressing fire on that house! Ramirez clear out those RPGs!"
Ramirez grabbed his weapon and crawled to a flipped over car for cover. He breathed in and breathed out, mustering courage to charge into the fray.
He then sprinted across the lawn jumping over a fence into a house of Russians.
He cleared the garage of the house, easily picking off a single Russian guarding it. He then moved inside the kitchen gunning down another Russian.
Ramirez peaked at a corner and got suppressed by AK fire. He grabbed a grenade from his vest, pulled the pin, and threw it.
"граната! запустить гранату!" Yelled the Russian soldier. The grenade went off and the soldier ran out of cover. Ramirez put a bullet between his eyes.
The Lone Ranger moved tactically to the stairway, he needed to clear it out for RPGs.
"давай, ублюдок, дай мне свой лучший шанс!" Taunted a Russian guarding the stairs.
"Yeah yeah keep saying that!" Ramirez yelled back. He switched to his left hand and took a look up the stairs.
The Russian blind fired his AK making Ramirez duck back into cover, "этот американец получил смертный приговор!"
"Fuck you, you piece of shit!" Ramirez yelled before throwing a flash bang.
"дерьмо, дерьмо, дерьмо!"
Ramirez pushed the soldier spraying his chest with lead. Lying on the stairs the Russian was choking on his own blood while clutching a wound on his leg.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" He yelled before putting a bullet in the Russian's head.
The rest of the house clearing went normal and Ramirez moved onto the next house. This time, however, he had support from his fellow Rangers.
The house clearings were smooth and methodical. They were systematically clearing out the Russians one by one, house by house.
He met up with M4, Sgt. Foley, and Cpl. Dunn inside one of the house's garage.
"Ramirez! Use your laser designator to mark targets for the Stryker."
Ramirez dug into his vest for the laser designator. Once he got it he turned it on and started waving it at enemy infested houses.
The Stryker's HMG fired ripping through the house and soldiers like a hot knife through butter.
"Badger to 1-2 area is suppressed over." Radioed the Stryker commander.
Ramirez continued waving his laser at targets until they had to move on to the next block. It was near an apartment complex and the sound of Anti aircraft fire was getting louder.
"James, hey, come help me and Dunn with this house over here!" It was M4 propped up next to a wall with Dunn.
Ramirez tightened his grip on the rifle and moved closer to the two, "how many contacts?"
"Five or so, maybe more for all I care." Dunn responded
"You two stack up on me."
M4 tapped his shoulder signaling that both of them were ready.
Ramirez kicked open the door spraying into a Russian soldier.
M4 killed another in the hallway and Dunn helped suppress a soldier in a room to the right of the hall.
Two more Rangers entered the house, they supported the three by tossing a grenade inside. The house was clear with the Russian dead on the ground.
"Enemy foot mobiles by the apartments!" Cpl. Dunn yelled as a bullet grazed his helmet
"Roger that, enemy foot mobiles by the apartment, take them out!" Sgt. Foley yelled on the Radio.
"Badger 2-1, Roger that."
The .50 cal turret on the Stryker started hammering the Russians inside the hotel hard.
Ramirez took cover behind a concrete wall where M4 was taking cover. She was nursing her left arm with a bandage.
"You hurt?" Ramirez said with worry in his voice
M4 looked at him and nodded, "I'm fine it was just a graze."
The wound said otherwise with a stain of red on her sleeves with a bullet hole.
"I dunno, it's bleeding pretty bad. Here give me your arm."
He extended out his hands and M4 pulled away from it.
"I'm fine, really, I'm fine!" She said again, although this time she was getting defensive about it.
Ramirez sighed, "Come on M4 let me take a look."
The wound itself looked bad, Ramirez took medical gauze from one of his pockets and started wrapping it around the wound tightly.
"Ramirez!" Yelled Foley on the Radio, "Meet up with me so we can destroy that AA site!"
"Ok now, just don't get yourself hurt again." Ramirez patted her head, picked up his rifle, and headed out towards the enemy.
M4 smiled at the gesture, she felt the top of her helmet and was caressing it. She wanted more head pats.
M4 looked at her wounded arm once more and touched the bandage. She then picked up her rifle once again and charged into the fight.
The Ranger cleared the hotel rooms one by one and inch by inch. The fighting was fierce and she nearly got her head blown off more times than she could count.
The Russians stood no chance, she reacted faster than them and had better accuracy.
Cpl. Dunn pushed alongside her. The Rangers made their way along the street meeting heavy resistance and having losses, "Where did Ramirez go?"
M4 shrugged, "Last I heard Sgt. Foley wanted him to come take out the AA site."
"one man army huh?" Dunn said over the gunfire.
The other Ranger nodded, "Yeah he basically is the one man army. He's a good soldier and a good person too."
Dunn nodded, "Sounds like you got a soft spot for him. Well you two argue like a married couple anyways so I guess it makes sense."
M4's face reddened and she looked away before Dunn could see it.
M4 then hit him on the head with her fist, "Oh fuck off!"
"Ow what the fuck was that for?!"
M4 hissed, "You know what it was for, now stop gagglefucking and help me with these Russians!"
Dunn nodded, "Alright! Alright!"
Both Dunn and M4 continued on to fight the Russians off Ramirez was fighting with Sgt. Foley and Ramirez pushed the AA site with some Rangers.
"Ramirez! Get your laser pointer and mark targets for that Stryker!" Sgt. Foley yelled
Ramirez grabbed the laser and started circling it around a well fortified building. The Stryker did its work and mowed down Russian soldiers.
Ramirez was killing Russians left and right. When he ran into a house too fortified even for him. He would just mark it with the laser and have the Stryker do the rest.
He went into this lavish mansion on the side of the road. It had seen better days with Russians inside every room. One literally was sitting in the shower blasting the door with a semi auto shotgun.
Ramirez shot back through the door emptying a magazine inside. For safety precautions he threw a grenade through a giant hole the buckshot made. A loud bang was heard and he nudged the door with his barrel. After confirming the man was dead he went downstairs and cleared the living room staining couches in red and littering the floor with bodies.
Going outside Anti Aircraft fire was almost deafeningly loud now. He could see the AA battery from behind the mansion.
"Ramirez! Use your laser pointer and mark those vehicles for the artillery
"Ramirez moved forward hearing the ZSU's four barrel 23mm cannon of death firing at planes in the sky as a BMP-2 was also joining in on the fun.
Ramirez then marked it with the laser pointer. His radio then crackled to life with the words
"Roger that fire mission realized, artillery inbound."
He could hear the shells falling down, the whistling they made while doing so was loud and foreboding. When it finally hit, the ground shook and the shockwave made him take a step back. The BMP-2 was flipped over by the explosion and another artillery shell finished it off. The ZSUs were reduced to flaming husks.
Ramirez wasn't paying attention to his surroundings until…
Sgt. Foley patted him on the back, "Good work now let's get our HVI."
Ramirez was joined up by M4, Dunn, and the rest of the Rangers.
"How was your little adventure?" M4 asked as they were moving towards the HVI
Ramirez just sighed. "Wish I didn't have to go on said adventure. It was ok, the Stryker did most of the work though."
M4 hummed along as she was listening, "As it should."
When they got to the house, it was in ruins. A crashed Russian paratroopers plane was smashed into it.
A Russian was visible inside grabbing something from the fridge. This made Hunter 2-1 giggle or smile at the soldier before gunning him down in cold blood.
The four moved into the house, "Ice pick!" Sgt foley yelled.
To his dismay nobody responded, "Ice pick!" He yelled again.
M4 nudged Ramirez, "look at the blood on the wall, the fuck happened here."
"somethings not right." Said Sgt. Foley, "check the panic room, move!"
Ramirez looked inside seeing the HVI dead with blood staining his tuxedo and an empty discarded handgun on the side.
"Hmph... no sign of forced entry. Ramirez! Get that briefcase... or what's left of it.
"Ramirez gently lifted the hand off the suitcase and closed it, taking the suitcase he hurried back towards Foley not liking the scene in front of him.
"Sarge check out these tats not your average trooper hooah" Dunn said as he nudged the body with his foot.
"Hooah, get some pics for G-2 and check the bodies for intel."
Sgt. Foley grabbed his radio, "Shepherd is not gonna like this... Overlord the HVI is dead."
Ramirez made his way downstairs to M4 as Sgt. Foley and Cpl. Dunn were working on the bodies.
M4 greeted him, her helmet was sitting on her lap and she had her mask down. Her brown hair flowing down she blew some out of her face, "you doing good?"
The female Ranger nodded, "My arm hurts like hell, but I'll live."
"Anything I can do to help?" Ramirez asked as he sat down next to M4.
"No nothing really… actually, yeah I do have something." M4 then inclined her head towards Ramirez. "Headpats please."
"Wha- what?" Ramirez blinked, "I'm sorry could you say that again?"
M4 inclined her head more, "You heard me and I'll say it once again, headpats please."
Ramirez slowly extended his hand on her head and started patting it. M4 made the expression of pure bliss and wanted another one... and another one M4 couldn't get enough of it. All her stresses and worries melted away as she felt the pat on her head.
"Ramirez!" Sgt. Foley yelled, "I see you two are enjoying yourselves over there, but can you please help us over here?"
M4's head jerked up quickly and Ramirez started to blush as he saw Dunn and Foley looking at them. Foley looked unimpressed and Dunn was about to burst out laughing.
Ramirez yelled, "Sir yes sir!" and started to move towards them.
M4, blushing, was looking away whistling.
A/N: Sorry about this update being so late, life came at me like a bitch. With all the stuff going on with the world right now too, it's safe to say it sucks right now.
CoD MW2022 is coming out soon, so maybe I'll do a short omake on the campaign when it comes out
anyways, I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Chapters will be posted irregularly so it's either gonna be within a short time frame or a long one.
Stay safe out there, see you next time.