Charlie Don't Surf
I don't own CoD and nothing is happening
The U.S. launched the attack on an unknown Middle East country and is seen carrying Black Hawk helicopters into the city to invade them. Al-Assad, the man known for his regime was about to end right here and right now. Or so they thought. Sgt Paul Jackson, 1st Recon. Just sitting in the chopper listening to orders. "Listen up Marines! Spotters have confirmed a possible lock on Al-Assad in a building at the west end of this town. We're going in and getting out with the man. Oorah? Alright, lock and load." Lieutenant Vasquez said on the radio.
Charlie Don't Surf
Day 2 - 13: 45: 06
Persian Gulf Coast, near Qatar and Kuwait, Middle East
Sgt Paul Jackson
1st Force Recon Co., USMC
'Shoreline, coming into view' A Black Hawk pilot said as there was radio chatter between the pilots. 'Copy Striker 6-4' another pilot said but was female. 'Feet dry in ten seconds.' The Black Hawk operator said. 'Copy' The female pilot acknowledged. RPG's and machine guns attempted to take them down but failed. 'We're taking fire here.' The pilot said as they neared the landing zone. An RPG missile nearly hit the chopper that Jackson was in. 'Shit. that was close.' The pilot exclaimed. 'Got a visual on target.' The female pilot said. 'Five seconds. Standby for...' The pilot trailed on. "Get on the rope. Go." Vasquez yelled. From an soldiers view, a number of Marines were landing. It was Jackson's turn and he grabbed the rope and rappelled down on the ground and followed some Marines to the building. On his way, he saw some Marines putting up barricades and barb wire fences. Jackson and his squad moved up to the target building. "There's the target building. Left side door needs to be breached. Stack up." Vasquez said and Private Massey planted a charge. "Blow it." Vazquez ordered. Massey pulled the trigger and the charge detonated allowing the Marines to breach the supposed building that Al-Assad was in. "Breaching!" Massey warned. "Clear" He said again. "Jackson, take point." Vazquez pointed to a underground hall. Jackson entered the room but had to take cover when the OpFor fired on him. "Shit. Jackson, throw a flashbang." Vasquez said annoyed. Jackson pulled the pin off the stun grenade and threw it into the hall blinding some enemies. He then entered and shot them with his M4A1. There were two troops to Jackson's right and were taking cover behind crates. Jackson moved up and fired the one behind the wall and the other behind the crated attempted to shoot him but was killed by one of the Marines. He moved into a radio room and took a W1200 which he shot two OpFor. He then discarded the shotgun and moved to toss a thrown grenade back at the owner. The grenade exploded killing the guy. Once the room was clear, Vasquez entered the room "All callsigns, check the bodies for Al-Assad." He inspected a body but was not Al-Assad. "Nothing over here." One Marine said. "No ID match sir." Another said. 'HQ, this is Devil Dog. No sign of Al-Assad over here... roger that...yes sir.' Vasquez received new orders from their HQ. "Heads up. Al-Assad is boardcasting half a click from here. Let's move." Jackson and his suqad exited the building and out into the open road where the Marines were being pinned down on the opposite. An OpFor truck carrying troops came into view and tried to stall the squad. Jackson used his M203 grenade launcher attachment and blew the truck up. "Heads up. Friendlies at your six" A Marine shouted. The squad relieved the Marines and assisted them in the battle. An OpFor troop was standing by the stairwell and had a vantage point and prevented anybody from advancing. He too was killed by someone and Jackson headed up the stairs to a point where he could fire down on the defending OpFor and make progress. The defense was breached and the squad moved up to a small zinc shack. Jackson moved on the right flank and killed the enemies that were suppressing the Marines. He advanced forward with the squad to surround the station. "Target building in sight." Vasquez informed the squad. "Sir, we've got the building locked down and surrounded." A Marine said. "Good. Prepare to breach." Vasquez said. Massey planted another charge and detonated it. The team entered the central room where the OpFor were putting heavy resistance on the Marines. Jackson moved into the room forward of him where the troops were firing machine guns at the Americans. Jackson took them out and went into the next with the same procedure. The resistance soften up and the room cleared. "Room clear. Al-Assad should be on the second floor." They move further and saw M1 Abrams moving into the street. "Yeah. There goes our boys." A Marine cheered. Staff Sargeant Griggs and his squad came out of the foyer and grouped with Vasquez. "Hod your fire. Friendlies." Griggs said. "No sign of Al-Assad sir." Griggs reported. "Alright Marines. Fall in. Stay Frosty." Vasquez told his squad to move upstairs. "Watch your six Devil Dog." Griggs told callsign Devil Dog to look out for more OpFor troops. "I think he's in there. I hear him." Griggs said hearing Al-Assad inside. "Do it" Vasquez said. Another Marine with a shotgun hot the hinges and kicked down the door. The room appears to be empty and nothing was in there. "Clear." "No sign of Al-Assad." A few Marines began to talk. "It's just a loop." One Marine noticed a boradcasting camera. "Yeah... Score one for military intel." Griggs said sarcastically. "Turn that off." Vasquez said. "Roger that. I got something better to do anyway." Griggs turned off the boardcast and put on rap music. "Oh yeah... Oorah." 'Roger that command... yes sir.' "Alright Marines. Listen up. We got a new assignment. Pack your bags. We're moving out."Vasquez said as they moved out of the station
Not that great since i wrote Blackout yesterday and I need at least one day free form doing this