The Korean Front
"Alright team, we're going to be dropped off right in the goddamn hotzone!" Bankotsu shouted to his team, "There will be heavy fire so get to cover as soon as you can! Our objective is to move from the DZ to the North Korean outpost 5 clicks away! We are to demoralize the enemy into fleeing back across the 38th Parallel and retake South Korea!" Bankotsu pulled the charging handle on his M468. "Lock and load men, Drop on my mark!"
The team chambered the rounds into their weapons, steeled their hearts, bodies and minds, and awaited for the order.
"Drop!" Bankotsu shouted.
He and his team rappelled down onto the soft, wet ground and took cover behind the K-Rail barricades. As Korean and American rifles spat lead into the air giving the reinforcements cover fire, Bankotsu slid over to the rear of an advancing allied tank and motioned for his squad to follow.
"Kyoukotsu, get some fire on that target now! Jak, take out the snipers and heavy gunners! Mukotsu, drop some phosphorus on that foxhole!" Bankotsu shouted over the sound of rifles.
As the phosphorus fell, The Pig squealed, and the heavy-guns begun to die out, the Americans begun to advance slowly. Mortars were dropped on the tanks and trucks, and the high-ranking officers were dead, thanks to Jakotsu's marksmanship, the Korean soldiers begun to frenzy, frantically firing upon anything and everything. Taking advantage of this, Bankotsu regrouped with his squad and they begun to push ahead and into the base.
Bankotsu kicked in a door to a small underground building. His heavy boot easily splintered the door and knocked it off of the hinges. He threw in a flashbang and hid around the corner until it went off. He and his small group swarmed into the area and cleared it in a hail of bullets. there were twenty-five North Korean soldiers in that room. There were no survivors.
"Collect all enemy intell and execute any survivors." Bankotsu ordered.
As the team dispersed, Bankotsu walked farther into the room, pulled up a chair that had been previously knocked over, kicked his legs up over the table, and laid back amongst the carnage. He let the sound of screams and gunfire become his lullaby.