A.N.: Hey guys, what's up? So I've decided that I'm finally going to tell this story from the point of view of Dunn. It's going to be the longest chapter yet, because it's going to include "Of Their Own Accord", "Second Son", and "Whiskey Hotel". I figured, I haven't written a chapter for the Rangers, so I'm here you go. So, please R+R, PM, and enjoy. Until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.
Tracking… Found
Cpl. Scott Dunn
1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment
Washington D.C, U.S.A
Twenty Minutes before EMP Detonation
I was sitting with my back against a wall, waiting for the moment when Foley told us that we had to head back out there to that shit show. I don't know how much more of this I could take. With the Russians all over, they were winning this fight. Plus it didn't help that there was so much smoke in the sky that it was blacking out the sun. I don't know if I could go back out there to watch so many of our men keep getting slaughtered. All that was playing through my head was the events at Burger Town and Nate's, Arcadia, and the fighting we just came out of. The thing was the men I killed didn't haunt me, it was the men that were helplessly killed before my very eyes.
"Hey." I heard someone say
I looked up to see Ava standing there holding my SCAR-H. "On your feet- we're Oscar Mike."
She tossed me my rifle and I caught it, getting to my feet. I looked over to my left and saw Ramirez approaching from his nap. I swear, that guy could sleep through a zombie apocalypse, wake up when it's over, and not know that anything had happened.
"Roger, Two-One Actual out. Listen up! This evac site is getting hit hard and we need to buy 'em some time! Hooah?"
"Hooah!" Everybody yelled
"All call signs, the LZ is under heavy fire. Uncover enemy positions and engage any potential targets." Overlord said
We all charged out of the bunker, the Department of Commerce building at our twelve. There were soldiers spread out in various parts of the field we were in, shooting at the Russians that were in the buildings all around us. There was no way that we could take them all out at once. I saw a Javelin missile fire from the top floor of the Department of Commerce, flying towards an Abrams tank near us. The missile was shot out of the sky by the trophy system, but I don't know how many more missiles that tank could shoot.
"They got eyes on us. Snipers, RPG teams, and heavy arms fire. Top floor, twelve oclock due west of our position." The Tank Commander said
"Overlord, this is Hunter Two-One Actual. Requesting airstrike, over!" Foley yelled
"Uh, negative Two-One Actual. All available air units are currently tasked with multiple casevacs along the Potomac. Proceed west to the target building and provide support, out." Overlord said
We started moving through the trenches that had been cut into the field to help our men survive moving across this field. I watched as the men that weren't in the trenches, or one that was unfortunate to be hit by an RPG were torn to pieces. I don't know how we were supposed to win this war. How do they have this much dominance over us? I don't understand how Russia is beating the strongest military force in the history of man on their home turf. After dodging the enemy fire for what seemed like hours, we finally made it to the street across from the Department of Commerce.
"All right! BCT One's LAV has them suppressed! Get ready to move on my mark! Ready! Go, go, go! Move up! Move up!"
While the LAV suppressed the hostiles on the top floor, we moved up into the building. Inside the building, there were Russians everywhere. We started killing everybody in the entry hall that wasn't American, and we moved up. As we moved through a hallway of elevators, I could see two Rangers dead inside an elevator. I guess that they had tried to come out of the elevator and take the enemy by surprise, but the Russians were there to gun them down. It was sick. As we continued through the building, I could see a Ranger trying to drag a fallen soldier out of the fire. I started to move forward to suppress the Russians when the Ranger was shot in the head, dropping the downed soldier. Before I could get to him, more enemy fire lit the soldier up, killing him.
"Overlord, this is Two-One Actual, be advised, we're inside and proceeding to the upper floors." Foley said
"Roger, Overlord copies all."
We continue through a small courtyard into the building again, engaging the Russians that were in the hallways. I looked ahead and started to shoot at the hostiles, but they were all taking cover. I tossed a grenade to the other end of the hallway, trying to kill them from behind. As it exploded, I could hear the cries of pain. I chanced a peak and saw bodies all around, even one falling out of a closet. With them dead, we were clear to move up.
"Fire team has been suppressed in Section One-Alpha." Foley said
"Solid copy, Two-One."
"Overlord, this is Hunter Two-One Actual. Proceeding to the mezzanine. Tell the LAV from the BCT One to hold their fire, over."
"Copy that, Two One, good hunting."
We continued to the second floor, shooting any of the Russians that got in our way. We were going to take this city back, piece-by-piece, building-by-building if we had to. Once the second floor, we continued to move through the building, slowly making our way up to the top floor. As we rounded the corner of the building, I could see the Capitol Building in the distance. I could see the dome was partially collapsed, laying in ruin.
"That's the feakin' Capitol Building, man." I said
The hallway we were about to go up was destroyed, collapsed. We climbed up the rubble, moving deeper into the building. Overlord warned us that the enemy's position on the corner of the fifth floor were destroying the evac site. We had to move faster if we were going to ever hope of getting those wounded out of here alive. As we got to the floor the rubble ended at, I could see Russians pulling the tarp off of a SAM site. If they got that thing ready to go, those choppers would stand no chance of leaving the Washington Monument. I killed the soldiers at the SAM, but the gunshots attracted unwanted attention. Any hostile on the floor started to rush at us. We took up defensive positions and started to kill the Russians coming at us. Once they were dead, I saw the SAM site, and saw that Ramirez had some C4.
"Ramirez, get some C4 on that SAM." I said
He didn't say anything, he just moved forward, planted the explosive, and blew it up. We continued to move across the floor, to a staircase in the far corner. Now we were on the fifth floor. It was only a matter of time before we could take out the crow's nest and give the evac site time to get out of here.
"Overlord, we're on the fifth floor, proceeding to the southwest corner." Foley said
As we walked through a doorway, I could see shadows moving along the wall at the end of the hallway. "I got movement." I said
"Watch your sectors."
We continued to move through the floor, eventually finding the rooms the hostiles were held up in. We soon cleared them out, before finally being able to move in on the crow's nest. We all moved into position, getting ready to go into the room and attack the Russians.
"All Hunter units, I have a visual on the enemy crow's nest at the southwest corner. Move forward and clear it out." Foley said "Standby to engage… Smoke 'em."
I tossed a flashbang in there, stunning all of the Russians inside. We moved in and killed them all without them even knowing what had happened. With them dead, we were able to get out of here.
"Overlord this is Hunter Two-One Actual. We have secured the enemy's crow's nest on the southwest corner." Foley said
"Overlord copies all. The evac site at the Washington Monument reports several transports away, but they are still vulnerable. Can you provide support from your position, over?"
"Roger that! We're sittin' on a stockpile of enemy munitions! We'll dig in and burn through their ammo, out! Ramirez, get on that sniper rifle! Scan for targets south of the Washington Monument!"
As Ramirez did that, we got set up to defend this position. The Russians were going to find out soon enough that this crow's nest isn't theirs anymore, and they're going to send men to take it back. And so we waited for the inevitable counter-attack to our counter-attack.
"Hunter Two-One be advised, you have enemy foot mobiles converging on your position… stay frosty." Overlord said
After about five shots from the sniper, the first one appeared. "Hostiles in the perimeter! Open fire! Open fire!"
We started to fire on them, but there were a lot. I guess they really didn't like us taking their toys. We continued to kill them, but it seemed like they were never ending.
"Hunter Two-One, recommend you clear outta there… I see a mass of foot-mobiles converging on your position." Overlord said
"Negative, negative! I have eyes on enemy armor and helicopters advancing on the evac site from the south and southwest! Ramirez, use some of this ordinance to take out the enemy vehicles!"
We continued to defend Ramirez while he started shooting down helicopters and hitting BTRs. There was a never ending onslaught of Russians while we did it, and there was no end in sight. It seemed that this was going to be the final stand for us. We were going to die tonight, on the southwest corner of the fifth floor of the Department of Commerce building, but it'll have all been worth it. It'll be worth it because the men and women that were hurt and dying were going to be able to get out of here and live another day.
"Hunter Two-One, you've bought the evac site valuable time! Well done! Now get your ass to the roof ASAP, you are in danger of being overrun!" Overlord said
"Roger that, we're headed to the rooftop! Everyone, move out! Get to the roof and RV with the SEAL Team! Move! Move!" Foley yelled
I tossed a flashbang down the hall and we all ran for it. Ava shot a door open, and we ran through it, going up a flight of stairs. As we went up a second flight of stairs, a door was kicked open, and a Russian appeared, aiming for Ava. I tackled him, punching him in the face.
"Dunn! Dunn! Fucking hell, Scott! We have to move!" Ava yelled
I got off the guy and we continued to run while bullets hit the wall where we had been sitting a moment before. We continued to the roof, around the balcony, and finally up onto the roof. A Black Hawk was already sitting up there, waiting to get us out of here. But there were too many of them, and they were right behind us. We all loaded onto the helicopter, and it took off. Ramirez was on the minigun, shooting any other hostile unit that was in the air. We started flying towards the Washington Monument, and I was praying that they got everybody they needed to out of there.
"Overlord, we've linked up with the SEALs on the rooftop and are heading out. Interrogative- has the Washington Monument site been evacuated, over?" Foley asked
"Negative Two-One, they're still pinned down by infantry and light armor from the World War Two Memorial. Doesn't look good from here, over."
"Copy Overlord, we'll do what we can from the air, out."
So we continued to fly closer to the WW-Two Memorial, trying to buy the evac site more time. As Ramirez lit the hostiles up with the minigun, we were shooting with whatever ammo we had left. I wanted to kill these guys, because they had been giving us hell all day. They were shooting down multiple aircraft, including Dagger Two-Two, which just went down right in front of us.
"Dagger Two, the Washington Monument is taking fire from the main road!"
We continued to fly over the main road, killing any Russians that were on the street. As we were done with that, missiles came flying from the roof of the Department of Justice. Dagger Two-Three was shot down, and we were hit. If we took another hit like that, we were going to go down, and we were going to go down hard.
"Overlord, we're hit, but still in the air. We've got a massive SAM battery at the Department of Justice… we're going in!"
We started to fly along the fourth floor of the building, shooting any and all people that were in the windows. Ramirez was making short work of them with the minigun. We were doing fine, destroying the RPGs on the floor until…
"We're losing altitude control!" The pilot yelled
"Take us up! If we're going down, we're takin' those SAM sites with us!" Foley said
The pilot did as he was told and flew the chopper to the top of the building, where there were at least a dozen SAM sites. There was no "maybe" about going down now. These missiles were going to fire and at least one of them was going to hit our bird. Ramirez took out as many as he could, and I even pulled out a couple grenades and tossed them, but it was no good. There were too many sites. The SAMs launched, and a missile hit the chopper.
"We're hit! Mayday, mayday, this is Dagger Two-One. We are going down at grid square Papa Bravo Two-"
That's when we hit. I was thrown from the chopper upon impact, slamming into a brick wall. When I woke up, I could hear Russian voices approaching. I quickly and quietly got my gun out and waited for the Russians to appear, and then I shot them. There were bound to be more hostiles around that heard those shots, and they were going to show up soon. I looked around for anybody else that was around. Ramirez was still inside the chopper, but the propellers were blocking the doorway to get him out. He'd just have to wait. Everybody else was around, in the street, on the other side of the chopper, hell, I thought I could see someone up on a balcony. After a couple minutes, everybody was awake and regrouped. Turned out, it was Ava that was up on the balcony. She made her way out of the building and down to us, where we started getting ready to defend the helicopter. One of the pilots was even alive. I looked around for a gun, and saw Ramirez's sitting on the ground. I picked it up and gave it to the guy.
"Dunn, grab Ramirez. We're getting the hell out of here." Foley said
"Sarge, I don't know if I'll be able to do that. We're going to have Russians breathing down our necks and I won't be able to shoot back." I said
Luckily, I wouldn't have to. The Russians showed up and started shooting. We all ducked down below the stone wall that I hit when the chopper crashed, and began to return fire. This wasn't going to be good if they kept coming. As I predicted, they did. Helicopter troops dropped down, on top of the ones pouring through the streets. After five minutes, most of us were almost out of ammo.
"Sandler, target two o'clock!" I yelled
"Two mags left!" Ava shouted
"Dunn, talk to me." Foley said
"Take this and stay down!"
I looked behind me to see the pilot get shot in the back of the head. Shit. He had been hit giving Ramirez his gun back. Rest in peace, brother. I looked into the sky as yet another fucking helicopter was dropping off troops.
"There's too many of them!" I yelled
"Sean! Last mag!" Ava said
I guess she was talking to Sandler, because Ramirez's first name was James, mine was Scott, and nobody knew Foley's. I pulled the magazine from my rifle and looked into it. There was two, plus the one in the chamber. Shit.
"Tracer! Three rounds left!" I said
As I popped out from cover, a bullet caught me in the chest. I felt that it didn't penetrate my plate carrier, but it didn't change the fact that it hurt like hell.
"Corporal! Hang on!" Foley yelled as he pulled me by the handle on my plate carrier.
"Oh shit…" I mumbled
"Defend this position!"
I saw a beam of light shine in Ramirez's face, blinding him. I saw him fall backwards, but no bullet hit him. Probably making the enemy think he was shot so he wouldn't actually get hit while blind. Smart. I slowly got up, picking my gun up. I did get one shot off, but I didn't see if it hit anybody. Probably wouldn't matter anyways. There were too many of them for us to defend the chopper much longer. I heard a weird sound, and looked around. That's when I saw a weird ball in the sky, with a growing ring coming from it. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it wasn't good. Then, all at once, things went to hell. I saw a MiG crash into the building across the street, the choppers all went down.
"What the hell's going on?" I yelled
"Get off the street now! Go!" Foley yelled
We all start running into the street, helicopters falling into the street, all of us yelling out random stuff, myself included. We started to run down the street, dodging various things. A BTR blew up and slid forward, almost hitting me.
"What the hell's going on?" Sandler yelled
"EMP!" I shouted back
"Just keep moving!"
Eventually we found shelter in a bookstore halfway down the street with a large hole in the wall. We were lucky. Almost as soon as the last guy was inside, a Little Bird crashed into the opening. Foley and I took cover by the door, just in case there were still Russians outside.
"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-" I started saying
"Shut up! Get a grip, Corporal! Our weapons still work, which means we can still kick some ass." Foley yelled at me
After a second, a large something rolled down the street, and everything became quiet. I didn't like it. It may mean that there was nothing in the sky to fall, but that didn't mean that Ivan wasn't out there waiting.
"What the hell was that?" Ava whispered
"Stay here." Foley said
"You're going out there? Are you nuts?" I asked
Foley ignored me, continuing to walk out into the street. I was half-expecting him to be shot as soon as he walked out the door, but the bullets never came. I guess the Russians took off as soon as shit started dropping.
"It's over. Come on, we still have a war to fight." Foley said
"What the hell happened here?" James muttered, stepping outside
"Oh, man it's quiet." I said, looking through my scope to spot possible hostiles, and I noticed something "Hey, is your red dot working? Mine's out."
"Mine's down too. This is weird, bro." Sandler said
"Looks like optics are down… comms too. There's not even a street light for blocks." Foley said
"Wow… check it out, man."
There was a passenger jet laying in flames in the middle of the street. What the hell was a passenger jet flying over the east coast anyways? With a war going on, they would've been lucky to not get shot out of the sky. They were just unfortunate enough to fly over as the EMP went off. Rest in peace to those who died on that flight. It was just one more thing to add to the blown up helicopters and destroyed sedans. We continued through the street, up to the street corner. There was a fallen Ranger, and Foley checked for vitals. Looks like he was separated from his unit and was killed. Guy looked no more than twenty. Kid was probably scared out of his mind, all alone, surrounded by the enemy.
"Dammit. All right. We gotta regroup with whoever's let out there. Corporal Dunn, take point." Foley said
"Hooah."
I moved up around the corner, continuing to walk to the end of the street. There was rubble there, so we would have to cut through a building. But before we could get there, a lone person came out of the building. There were flames behind where he was running, so I couldn't see if he was friendly or not.
"Star! Star, or we will fire on you!" I yelled
"I don't remember the damn countersign, alright? I'm just a runner! Don't shoot!" The guy yelled
At least he was American. He ran forward to us, and we all gathered around him.
"The proper response is 'Texas', soldier. What'dya got?" Foley asked
"Colonel Marshal's assembling a task force at Whiskey Hotel. You guys need to keep heading north."
"So where are you goin' then?" I asked as he started to run down the way we came
"To tell everyone else! Get to Whiskey Hotel! Go!"
"You heard the man, let's go." Foley said
We moved on, getting ready to move into the building the soldier came out of. We needed to get back to Whiskey Hotel, ASAP.
"Dunn, you're up." Foley said
"Hooah, clear." I said
Now that we knew there weren't any hostiles, we moved into the rest of the building. Inside, there were more soldiers inside, but it was clear that these guys were dead. There were bullet holes and blood all over them. Moving on from them, we went up a flight of stairs, but heard muffled voices behind a set of double wooden doors. One of the guys that was on the roof with us at the Department of Commerce open the door and whisper.
"Star!"
Before he could get much farther, I heard the distinct sound of AKs, and he was gunned down.
"Son of a…" I said
"Contact!" Foley yelled
I moved forward and kicked down the other door, and we moved into the rest of the room. We needed to get ahead of this. If we didn't, then it wasn't going to be good for us. The room was full of cubicles, and Russians. Not a very good combo if you ask me. Only nice thing about it was that the cube's walls and take out the hostiles easier. So that's what I did. I sprayed through the walls, killing everybody in the way. There was another room and we cleared that out too.
"They're dead, right!?" I asked
I was starting to get hysterical. This battle was making me lose it, the Russians coming out of nowhere, the EMPs knocking out anything but our rifles; I was just losing my goddamned mind.
"There's the Eisenhower building. Whisky Hotel's on the other side." Foley said
"Aw man, we gotta go out there?!" I whined
Yeah, I whined. Deal with it. I was tired of dealing with this shit, and now it was pouring rain. Now we had to head out there. We jumped through a hole in the wall, out into a dumpster. Once we got out into the rain, we were instantly soaked. There was a dead body on the ground. It was another soldier.
"Dunn, check for vitals. We'll cover you." Foley said
I knelt down next to him and started to check his neck and wrists for any sign of a pulse. There wasn't any. He was dead. I grabbed his dog tags from his neck and stood back up.
"He's a goner." I said
"Keep quiet." Foley said
We started to move through a parking lot, and we heard Russian voices up ahead. We moved up silently, hoping to get a clear shot at them. There were three of them standing on top of a BTR, talking to whoever was trapped inside. I guess the locks on the door were electronic, and therefore not working because of the EMP.
"Smoke 'em." Foley said
We shot at the three Russians, and moved on. I could still hear the voices of the Russians in the BTR, so what was going to happen to them?
"What about the guys inside?" I asked
"What about 'em?" Foley asked coldly
Shit. That was cold, even for Foley. He wasn't usually so cold hearted to the enemy. He usually left htem with some kind of humanity in them. As we moved past the BTR, I could feel the cold reflecting off the metal. Not that this rain was helping.
"I don't know what's worse, man- dodging falling helicopters or freezing my ass off in this monsoon." I said
"Hooah." Sandler muttered
"Quiet- I think I see something. Hold your fire." Foley said
"Are they friendly?" I asked
"I don't know… Star! Cover me. Star!" Foley yelled
Foley grabbed a flare from the ground and threw it into the street. Why there was a flare just sitting here, I have no idea. It illuminated the street.
"Say 'Texas', dammit… just say it." I muttered
That's when the bullets started to fly at us. Motherfucking hell. I yelled that there was contact, but Ramirez just stepped forward and fired a round from his M203. It killed all the Russians, and we were clear to move up. We moved into the Eisenhower Building, hoping to get closer to Whiskey Hotel.
"Feet dry." Ava said
"Hooah." I said, all too happy to get out of the rain
"Cut the chatter. Ramirez, take point." Foley said
Ramirez moved forward down a set of stairs, and we followed. At the bottom, a room opened up showing the President's seal. This was no joke either, the door was solid steel, thick as hell. This was made to withstand a lot of stuff.
"Woah, check out the seal on this door… I thought the President's bunker was under the West Wing." I asked
"No, that's just for tourists. This must be the real thing. Open it up." Foley said
I walked forward and pulled on the door a little, opening it. There was nothing but burned out remains of what used to be there. I whistled at the sight of it.
"Real or not man, this place is history. Hope they got out in time." I said as I opened the door up the rest of the way
We all started to move through the bunker, moving closer to our goal. I could hear the gunshots from the battle ahead. Up ahead, I could see a fellow ranger waving us along. It was nice to see a friendly that wasn't dead.
"Hustle up! Get to Whiskey Hotel! Move!" The Ranger yelled
We continued through the bunker until we reached a slope that led to the South Lawn of the Whiskey Hotel. As I got up there, a searchlight was flashed right into my face, blinding me.
Signal Lost…
Tracking… Found
PFC. Ava Blackwood
1st Battalion, 75th Rangers Regiment
Washington D.C., U.S.A.
We came out of the bunker to find Colonel Marshall was yelling out orders to various men all across the yard. It was nice to see that he was able to muster together so many men to lead the attack to retake Whiskey Hotel. We took cover near where Marshall was sitting, looking through a pair of binoculars at the white building in front of us.
"Sir, what's the situation here?" Foley asked
"You're lookin' at the 'high ground' Sergeant! There's still power in the White House! That means we still have a way to talk to Central Command if we can retake it! Now get your squad movin' up the left flank! Go!" Marshall yelled
We started to move up, but they had multiple MG nests set up. If we couldn't get inside soon, those MGs were going to tear through us. Like McCord. I watched him get riddled in the face with bullets. You couldn't even tell what he used to look like anymore. I grabbed his tags and kept moving. I tried to find cover in the yard, but there wasn't a lot of it. The most I could find was a ditch made when a jet crashed when the EMP detonated. I looked over the top of the ditch and saw that there was a searchlight on the upper left side of the White House. That's how they were hitting us so easily. They had a guy up there literally pointing out targets. We had to get rid of that, and fast.
"Scott! Searchlight, on the roof! Hit it!" I yelled
He looked around and saw what I was talking about. He shot it down, allowing us to move up the left flank without being hit by the MG nests. Every now and then they would get a lucky shot and actually hit one of us, but it was a lot easier. As we continued forward, I saw that the roof of the West Wing had hostiles on it with, guess what? Another spotlight. I took care of this one, so we were clear to kill anybody on the ground floor. As soon as outside was clear, we moved up into the building, or more specifically- the Oval Office. I don't know from where, but I could hear a radio transmission from somewhere. It was somebody saying that if the structure was combat effective to deploy green flares on the roof of the building.
"Dunn, get the door! Dunn!" Foley yelled
"Sarge, are you reading this?" Scott said, taking a painting off of the wall
"That's why we gotta go! Now get the door!"
Scott moved forward and shot open the door. Russians began to pour in through the hallways, moving closer. We had to get to the roof, and quick. These guys were doing nothing more than delaying their inevitable deaths- either by our rifles or by that airstrike. We moved into the press briefing room, but met more resistance. We made easy work of them, pushing into a kitchen, then up a slope to the State Floor. There were Russians waiting for us, but their ambush was in vain. We killed them quickly, moving to the staircase at the opposite end of the room. We ran up it, moving into the Residence, where Sandler was already at the top. Sandler ran forward, striking two flares as he went, igniting the green glow. We all ran through the floor until we reached a part of it where most of the wall and part of the ceiling was destroyed. Ramirez even popped a flare, waving it around. I could see jets approaching from the distance, and I prayed to god that they would see the flares. I could hear over the radio that they did, thank god. The whole building shook as the jets flew over, but it was better than being vaporized by JDAMs or HARMs. Now that we weren't focused on not getting killed, we took the time to look out to the city. It was in flames, but there were various buildings with green smoke billowing up from them. So I guess there had been other men to successfully fight back.
"So when are we goin' to Moscow?" Sandler asked
"Not soon enough, man. But I know we're gonna burn it down when we get there." Scott said
"When the time is right, Corporal. When the time is right." Foley said
With the city now free from the Russian's control, we were all able to get a ride back home. Thankfully, Hunter Army Airfield was able to defend itself against Ivan, so we were able to actually spend the night in our barracks, not on some cot at a FOB. I just couldn't wait to get home. So one and a half hours later, we were. Unfortunately, before we could get a chance to go cleanup, a private came running over to us.
"Sergeant Foley! You and your men are needed in the war room, now!" He yelled over the helicopter's blades
"Lead the way, son!" He shouted back
And he did. The private led us to the war room, where we found Lieutenant General Shepherd. We all stopped and saluted him, but he told us to be at ease. That was weird. Usually Shepherd was one to wait a moment before telling us that. He said it right away.
"Gentlemen- and lady- I have called you here because I have a need for your abilities elsewhere. Sergeant Foley, as you know, my task force has taken heavy casualties over the past couple of days, and we are in dire need of new men. From your outstanding work in the nation's capital, I am proud to tell you that the five of you have been selected to be members of the Task Force One-Four-One. I ask that you prepare your personal belongings and be ready to move within the hour. Dismissed."
After that, he just left. Just like that, poof, gone. He was gone, leaving us all confused. We were chosen to be in Shepherd's task force? I guess that we had impressed him enough by taking back the White House. We finally get to be part of something larger than just the Army, Marines, even Delta. We were going to be part of the most elite team of operatives known to man, or, as Scott likes to call it, the "prima donna squad." I couldn't wait to see what our first op was going to be.