Warfare Log: Drew Near: Prequel
This was the ancient soldiers before Ghosts, and how they overcame their enemies. I am Elias Walker, and I stood with my team in the clash. This existed as a prequel to the Ghosts, a rumor that remained spread and the legend it situated in. Our consistence of fighting prepared us unstoppable, slaying through the waves of enemies. Our sweat of demise was chilling, and our mates were falling. There were dissimilar squads, and one of them stood as us, the next generation. Simon, Rakesh, Sam, Ajax, Keegan, Merrick, Kick, Rorke, Wilson, Jackson, Siris, Alex, and me, Elias.
We fought control over this battle, discovering what we possibly could and fought with it. Our lives were determined by this cantankerous war, and this remained only the beginning of us, the Ghosts. We may ask these irrelevant consequences, but deal what is in front of you. Siris acquired our minds, replying with his sophisticated mentality. He stood his dignity, fighting for the domination point, and remaining as our representation.
We were being escorted to the field, the place near Middle-Way, and the residence where we ought to defend our occupants, whom lived in the infirmary.
But now, as I observe to the past, I've been reminded by Siris, "check behind you, when you don't feel safe." Now, I appreciated that. The place specified as Hillside, placed right in the middle of Atlantic Ocean, and an island where we relocated, and escorted.
You wonder upon the questioning of why or how I remarkably replaced myself there, but I simply stood as a Tier One Reinforcement Troop, thus I intended to be deployed anywhere on the globe. Same applies to my teammates, but now as I perceive my old imaging at back, there were differences.
Our goal quantified as to reach the building, and preserve it from the thus called federations. We simply were told not acquiring our own personal perspective on the war. Relocating and voyaging with a helicopter may simplify itself as entropy.
"Soldiers, this is one hell of a battle. Issued under the commissioning in on the land of Hillside, they require defenses from our enemies which we call as federations. Get your gear, capture your mind, and move out."
A desire for one last shot within the firing range acquired a piece of apprehension in my mind, and thus my life turned.