Code Black
"Wait, wait, Price, no! We have a nuclear missile launch. Missile in the air! Missile in the air! Code Black, Code Black!" shouted Ghost, watching the missile ascend into the cloud cover. Roach was sitting nearby in the fetal position, gently rocking himself.
"Price! What the hell were you thinking?" shouted Ghost, losing his cool over the possibility of nuclear holocaust. Noticing Roach's position, he asked "Roach? Are you alright?"
"Where.. Where is the missile going?" asked Roach, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
"America, I presume. Why? What's the deal?" said Ghost, trying his best by not lash out at the grown man who was huddled in the corner like a baby.
Roach turned to Ghost, his eyes filled with tears "My..My sister went..to America..as a foreign exchange student.." he said.
Patting Roach on the back, Ghost said "I'm sure she'll be fine."
"H-how can you be so sure?"
"Don't you trust me?" asked Ghost, helping Roach to his feet.
"Yes, but-" started Roach, wiping his tears on his sleeve.
"Then trust me on this. She'll be okay. I promise you that." said Ghost, realizing that if she did in fact die that he would lose all the trust Roach had for him.
"G-ghost? C-can I have a hug?" stammered Roach, rubbing his running nose on his sleeve, leaving a streak of mucus on his sweater.
Ghost sighed, he couldn't believe he was doing this. But he went along with it for Roach's sake.
"Aw, cheatin' on your girlfriend." said Meat, climbing to the top of the guard house to see the two soldiers embracing. "I bet she'd love to know you cheated on her, with a Man!"
"You say anything about this and you can kiss that promotion goodbye." snarled Ghost, Meat had been in the running for Staff Sergeant and Ghost had considerable say in the matter. Needless to say, Meat backed off.
Price removed a small flask from his shirt pocket and undid the lid. What he had just done could wipe out a great percentage of the U.S. East Coast, if he had miscalculated in the slightest the missile might not detonate in space where it would only cause an EMP effect. He downed the flask in one gulp and returned it to his pocket, bracing himself for the warm welcome he would receive. Warm being the possibility of a firing squad, what he'd done was technically considered terrorism. He, being the terrorist responsible for launching a nuclear device at the Eastern Seaboard. He crawled out of the sub and back into the cold air of Russia.
Sat1 was having a horrible day. He had been tasked with cleaning some solar panels on the ISS while everyone else sat inside and watched the news about the war.
Whilst he was scrubbing the last panel his radio buzzed, with a groan, Sat1 keyed the device. Whenever someone called it usually was an excuse for him to remain outside away from everyone else, he always given the shit jobs, he decided it was the newest member of the crew.
"Come in, Sat1. This is ISS Control. Houston's requesting a feed from your helmet cam, over. Uh…they want you to look over towards the dark side of the Earth. It should be cresting the horizon about 15 degrees east of the starboard PV arrays." Sat1 looked to his right, he figured all he was looking at would be some massive space rock so he didn't pay much attention, instead he wondered why control didn't just say "Greg, look at some stupid shit that no one cares about,".
"There it is, we're getting your feed Sat1. Come in, Houston, (uh) are you getting this?" continued ISS Control, Sat1 grabbed his rag, content that everyone had seen what needed to be seen so he could get back to work and return to his comfy bed for the night.
"Copy that, ISS, video feed from Sat1 is clear. Sat1, keep tracking the bogey. We're looking into it, standby." said another voice, Sat1 inferred it most be Houston. And then groaned again when he realized that Houston also wanted him to keep watching the stupid rock or whatever it was. Sat1 looked back up to see that the object was now directly in front of him, and leaving a trail of fire, it definitely was no space rock. It almost reminded him of one of those model rockets he played with as a kid, then it hit him. The U.S. was at war with Russia, a rocket of some kind was headed for America and it had come from the East, which was where Russia was located.
"Houston, we're not scheduled for any satellite launches toady are we?" asked ISS Control, Sat1 felt like slapping the man. Sat1 was only a mechanic and he knew that was no satellite, but of course the man with a PhD couldn't tell what the hell it was.
"ISS, Houston. Standby. We may have a problem here." said Houston, Sat1 felt like screaming "It's a fucking nuke! You can't just call that a problem!" but he kept his mouth shut, it wasn't his area of expertise.
"Houston, this is ISS Control, uh…any word on…"
But he was cutoff when the missile exploded, sending a shockwave which turned the ISS into space dust. The last thing Sat1 saw was his helmeted face reflected in a perfectly clean solar panel.
After a day full of unusual happenings, Dunn had finally lost it. He had to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn't imaging that helicopters, fighter jets, and passenger planes were falling from the sky. It turned out, he wasn't dreaming. Which took it from an eight on the fucked up scale to an eleven. They'd managed to evade the rain of helicopters and found themselves hiding in the shelter of a bookstore. While Allen was grabbing spare ammo for his pistol and jamming it into his vest, Dunn finally lost control.
"What the hell are we gonna do now, man? Russians got us out numbered, shit's falling from the sky. We're screwed man! We're totally-"
"Shut up! Get a grip, Corporal! Our weapons still work, which means we can still kick some ass." shouted Foley, cutting Dunn off mid-sentence. "Stay here. Allen, you're with me."
"You're goin' out there? Are you nuts?" asked Dunn, still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing.
The pair headed out the door to find all was quiet, not a single vehicle in the air.
"It's over. Come on, we still have a war to fight." said Foley, waving the others out into the street.
"What the hell happened here?" asked Allen, surveying the destruction caused by the EMP. He'd heard about them but didn't exactly understand how they worked, and now he'd seen one first hand, and still didn't understand how they worked.
"Oh, man it's quiet. Hey is your red dot working? Mine's out." said Dunn, examining his Thermal Scope.
"Mine's down too. This is weird, bro." whispered Ramirez, noticing his Holographic Sight was out.
"Looks like optics are down…comms, too. There's not even a street light for blocks." muttered Foley, noticing how dark it had become. Up ahead laid a Ranger, Foley next to the man and checked his neck for a pulse. But he found none. "Dammit. All right. We gotta regroup with whoever's left out there. Corporal Dunn, take point."
"Hooah." whispered Dunn, out of a building up ahead came a soldier. In the dark it was impossible to tell whether he was a Russian or not. So Dunn decided to use the countersign. "Star! Star, or we will fire on you!" he shouted, aiming down his rifle.
Private Vaughan had never been a fighter, maybe that's why he was stuck running errands for Mashall all the time or as in this case, being a runner. And now he was going to die because the Colonel forgot to give him the countersign before he left. Vaughan was too busy thinking about his impending death to pay attention and so he stumbled.
"I don't remember the damn countersign, alright? I'm just a runner! Don't shoot!" he shouted, struggling to his feet praying that they didn't shoot him for failing to give the proper countersign.
"Well.. He didn't give the proper countersign. Think we should shut him just to be sure he's not a Russian?" asked Dunn, still aiming at the supposed 'runner'.
Foley just glared at him, and waved the runner over.
"The proper response is 'Texas', soldier. What'dya got?" asked Foley.
"Colonel Marshall's assembling a task force at Whiskey Hotel. You guys need to keep heading north." said Vaughan, between gasping for breath. Then he turned to head down the street.
"So where are you goin' then?" asked Dunn, noticing the runner heading away from the fight.
"To tell everyone else! Get to Whiskey Hotel! Go!" shouted Vaughan, and then he disappeared out of sight.
"You heard the man. Let's go." said Foley.
This is it! The end of the Ranger campaign is almost upon us! But don't worry, those who enjoy the 141 sections, I will finish that as well!
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