Author's Note: Hi guys, BlindS3r4ph here with something new. To be honest, this is something that I really didn't see myself doing in the future, but the idea for this story kind of grew to the point where I just wanted to imagine it happening. Reconciling two games I really like as well as the premise for both kept floating around for I don't know how long until I was able to construct a good concept where both universes could connect. Say what you will about Breakpoint, but it did kind of give me an opportunity for setting a basis for this story, plus I think the game had potential, not the worst. I still found it to be a decent game. If you didn't like it, to each their own. But either way, Disclaimer: I don't own either Ghost Recon or Girls Frontline, both games belong to their respective owners. Let me know what you guys think. Just bear with me as I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time. One more thing, I'm making a separate database that gives information on the elements I've borrowed from the Ghost Recon-verse as well as other titles like Splinter Cell. Constructive Feedback is well appreciated.

Chapter 1: Chain of events

Location: Italian Countryside

Date: May 2060s

Time: 12:30 pm

The Convoy carrying precious cargo travelled silently through the forest, a collection of about seven vehicles travelling from towns as well as through the wilderness. The lead vehicle being a black Technical carrying a crew of four plus the gunner armed with a Dshk Machine Gun, the gunner standing vigil as he continues to scan the vehicles surroundings in case of threats that would be foolish enough to attempt to seize the cargo that his company has been charged with escorting. These guys were dressed in tactical gear, well equipped with rifles and body armor. Some of them donned ski masks as well as boonie hats while others just went with Patrol caps. Standard Uniform being dark blue camo pants and black tops. Four Trucks bridged the gap of their Technical escorts as the convoy continued at average speed. The lead truck driver didn't really pay attention to the banter of his mates as he was focused on merely driving to his target destination, trying to drown out the annoying conversations by blasting heavy metal over the Technical's radio.

"I'm gonna change history, enlighten the world, teach em how to see through my eyes…." The Radio blasts as the soldiers continued their conversation in loud voices.

"I'm telling you man, this is complete bullshit. You fucking robbed me of those three hundred bucks in our last game of poker, I saw your hand." The guy riding shotgun complained.

"It's not my fucking fault you have piss poor hands in dealing them cards, playing against you is comparable to reading a book. With your weak-ass skills," another one mocked.

"Eat Shit you Smart-Ass Prick."

The other two remained silent as they continued to listen to the heated exchange. One listened to the conversation while simultaneously watching the Italian countryside while the other was just on his phone looking at whatever.

"Now we're settled on whose money we'll be using for our next trip to the club. And if we need more cash, I'll gladly beat your ass anytime man."

"Go fuck yourself you snake, next game, your ass is mine." The first guy said confidently.

The banter continued for the duration of the drive, looking to remain unchanged for the remainder of the trip. Passing by towns and only stopping for the occasional break and refilling of the gas tanks, there really wasn't anything that stood out for the duration of their contract. Whoever contracted them to escort their cargo was willing to pay top dollar and even went so far as to provide payment for the combat kit that they were fielding. The Driver's only concern was to get it over with and plan where he would spend his next days off. Things quieted down a little as they soon reached a road leading to a Cliffside.

"You've got to be shitting me.." the guy riding shotgun complained. "Aren't there any other roads that are less hazardous?"

"Unfortunately not, this is the only one before we reach the target area, still about 6 klicks out, Unless you don't mind F35s on your ass followed by Apache Gunships." The driver responded.

"And get my ass blown to kingdom come, I think I'll pass. Besides, I guess the higher ups really did know what they were doing when the planned this route, considering that it is the least monitored zone in the Air Base's perimeter."

"At least we're in agreement. But one thing kind of bugs me."

"What's that?"

"The pay for this job is too good to be true, not only that but our gear for this contract was also provided. It's a need to know for the boss, but I was able to hear that our contractor was anonymous, save for providing the additional cargo being held in reserve, we know jack shit about this stuff."

"Maybe it ain't our place to think. Let's get this shit over with and get back to bitches and booze. Who knows how more annoying those dumbasses we're riding with could get on my fucking nerves? Speaking of which turn up the volume will you?" He replied.

Just as he was about to turn the knob, before anyone could react, the driver's head became nothing more than pink mist and gory chunks as his head exploded in an instant, blood and brain matter staining the drivers wheel and dashboard all in the span of a few seconds.

"Puta Madre! Sniper! All of you, get your heads down now!" The front Passenger only had a few seconds right before he joined his comrade in missing a head.

More pinpoint accurate shots aimed at the rest of the convoy drivers as all the vehicles either crashed into one another or stopped where they were.

The men who didn't get shot yet had the common sense to take cover behind the vehicles as the convoy continued to take fire from their unknown assailants.

"Chingados! Where the hell is that fire coming from?!" One Merc shouted.

"Just keep your head down, Form a perimeter around package now, don't let it take any damage!" A senior Merc barked.

The Mercs quickly did as they were told, and moving quickly taking cover behind either vehicles or dead comrades. "Light up the bastards. Make em bleed!"

The goons didn't need to be told twice as they started firing in any direction, completely unaware of the direction the hostile fire was originating from.

At the same time:

"Jefe, Hostiles are pinned, and I got eyes on the primary objective. We got about five hostiles sporting ARs and SMGs formed up around it. Enemy Reinforcements are also moving up the rear, about seven total, over?" Said the hidden sharpshooter.

"Copy, keep em pinned and neutralize any poor sod that has the nerve to stick their heads out Tira.

Main element is moving in to secure. Should take around three mikes, over?" Came the reply from the team leader, callsign Aegir.

"Roger, got you covered, out!"

A team of three operators donned in black and dark green combat gear were moving quickly to the cliffs edge sporting top the line gear and weapons.

"Tombstone, neutralize all hostiles, make it quick." The team leader ordered.

"Got it boss. Popping smoke." No sooner after the reply, one of the Operators, callsign "Lion", armed himself with a Milkor MGL and started firing smoke shells.

Smoke grenades soon go off, covering the entire enemy convoy in a thick blanket of grey mist.

The operators proceed to quick rope down the cliff walls to street level. Forming up in a triangular formation, they proceed to sweep through the convoy, taking down any hostile in their path.

"Target on the right."

"got him."

The 5.56 round easily tearing through the cranium of the gagging enemy combatant. Immediately he collapsed like a house of cards.

"Hostile on the left."

Another Coughing merc is quickly neutralized by an expertly placed shot.

"Minus Two"

The Black clad operators continued to sweep through the chaotic firefight like an efficient machine, expertly cutting down anyone foolish enough to put up a fight. Soon, the operators are met by semi organized resistance of surviving Mercs who came to their senses. The Team takes cover behind some of the smoldering husks of destroyed vehicles while the remaining Mercs try to avenge their fallen.

"Tempest, You're up."

The order was given. Emerging from under the second truck in the convoy, a dark clad figure slowly emerges from the shadows and slowly creeps behind one of the hostiles taking cover. Covering his mouth, the figure quickly kicks the hostile's leg, forcing him to his knees before having a blade plunged into his jugular. The shadowy figure quickly retracts his blade and takes out his sidearm, quickly dispatching the deceased hostile's colleagues with expertly placed headshots between the eyes. Soon the remaining three mercs quickly turn their weapons on the new target and unleash a flurry of rounds on the figure's last position. The chaos of battle and the smoke enveloping the whole of the convoy significantly dulling the hostiles situational awareness as they believed they were facing a force larger than it actually was.

Not wasting the opportunity, Tempest slowly makes his way to the other side of the truck in a bid to flank his opponents. Gripping his pistol in the central axis relock, he presses his back against the side of the truck. Gripping a flash grenade, pulling the pin, waiting a few seconds and hearing a small pause in the gunfire, before throwing it over and waiting for the explosion. The flashbang performs its intended purpose, blinding and immobilizing the remaining hostiles before Tempest vaults over and expertly kills two of the remaining three hostiles. Ending the first one with a perfect shot to the forehead before closing the distance with the second one. Punching the muzzle of his pistol in the hostiles face before finishing him off with a single round in a simultaneous bullet punch.

The last hostile soon regains his senses and brings up his weapon to shoot Tempest. Said person immediately proceeds to disarm him by shooting his gun arm, followed by a backhand with his pistol hand, and finally grabbing the man by the throat.

"Chief, hostiles neutralized. Proceeding to interrogate the last one." Tempests retorts.

"Roger your last Tempest, get the info we need, and be quick. Main Element and myself will be pulling security." Came the reply.

"I only need a few minutes, out." Tempest closes the comms.

Said Operator holds the last merc in a death grip by the throat, ready to crush it at the slightest hint of resistance.

"Your logo signifies you're with Los Extranjeros, correct? Interesting that you're posse is branching outside of South America. What are you doing in Italy?" He asks the struggling merc.

"Go fuck yourself asshole," was the response.

Without wasting a second, Tempest throws the merc to the side of a damaged vehicle, side door still open. The merc slowly gets back on his feet, only to be struck in the face by the door being kicked by his interrogator, withholding the amount of force to put him in the grave, but left the merc with a broken and bloody nose.

Tempest grabs the merc by the throat once more.

"We're expanding our operations. Latin America has become too stable, with local governments cracking down harder over chaotic areas. We were also contracted by an anonymous backer to complete a delivery job here in Italy."

"And what was it exactly you were transporting" He was asked.

"I don't know. I wasn't told anything," the merc weakly replied.

Tempest then grabbed the merc again by the throat before pinning the merc's hand to the car with a ka-bar. A loud cry of pain can be heard, sending birds flying away in fear.

"Again I'll ask, What we're you transporting."

He spoke with an emotionless tone.

"Explosives, heavy artillery ordnance laced with semtex to cause damage to the Aviano Air Base." The Merc screamed in agony.

"Why"? He asked.

"I don't know! We were paid just to deliver it. We weren't told it would destroy the base or just knock it out of commision for a while. That's all I know I swear!"

Tempest released the merc from his death grip and activated his comms.

"Husky Actual, Tombstone, our friend here says that he and his guys were contracted to deliver a bomb to Aviano, hoping to knock the base out of commission for a while," The Operator radiod in.

"Good work Tombstone. Cuff the subject and bring him to us, we'll hand him over to our friends from Langley once they arrive."

"Wilco Husky, and EOD?"

"Already notified and on their way alongside QRF. ETA should be about ten to fifteen remaining hostiles are to be put down if they continue to resist . Rendezvous at the primary objective once completed, Over" Husky ordered.

"Got it Husky. Out" Comms went Silent afterwards.

Without looking back while the wounded merc tried to weakly remove the blade in his damaged hand. Tempest expertly twirls his sidearm, grabbing it by the barrel and holding it like a makeshift hammer, pistol whipping the Merc unconscious with one strike to the side of the head.

With all said and done, the team that ambushed the convoy regrouped at their main objective, an undamaged transport truck with enough covering meant to avoid catching any unwanted attention.

"Tempest, you're up laddie, send the feed back to hq and we could make EOD's job slightly easier for them." Aegir ordered.

"Yeah." Tempest gave a simple response.

Said Operator climbed onboard the truck, all the while sending back live feed from his helmet cam to his Handlers.
"Husky, Tombstone, sending you live feed, over" Tempest said.

"Camera feed's solid Tombstone, keep it coming, " came the reply.

Removing more coverings, rummaging through much of the cargo, it was just like the Merc had confessed; large amounts of explosive ordnance that could wipe a small town from existence.

"To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if there is that one Jackass that decides to stowaway some of this ordnance for himself," remarked operator armed with the MGL.

"Where do you get that impression," Aegir asked.

"I mean think about it, you have a bunch of guys sitting out here only occasionally training with their weapons, doing their jobs sometimes, and a shit load of free time to kill when there isn't one poor bastard to fight. These guys are the ones who'll do anything to entertain themselves even in the most simplest of ways. All the more reason to keep some of this shit for yourself or you die from pure boredom."

"Basically an improvised 4th of July display, except where you can kill everyone with the firecrackers you're using."

"Sounds like shit any lower enlisted would do. You'd be surprised with what an E4 in the US Army could get away with," remarked Tempest, which surprised most of the team, as he's usually silent and only talks when necessary.

Tempest continues to look through the explosives, until one particular crate caught his eye. Said crate stood out compared to the other contents of the truck by having what looked like a flame as its logo accompanied by two letters, S and F.

"S F, the hell is this doing here?" Tempest mused.

"Tombstone to Husky, got something interesting here, you getting this," the comms flaired to life.

"Solid footage Tombstone, looks like we might have our first clue for our mystery client. It appears whoever is backing Los Extranjeros also has access to Sangvis Ferri ordnance."

"Say again Husky, who's Sangvis Ferri?" Aegir asked.

" SF is a private military company and manufacturer of advanced robotics and weaponry. Because of all the FUBAR shit going all around they made quite the penny lending their services to quell unrest in many hot zones, like Southeast Asia and Subsahara Africa, but most notably in Eastern Europe. But for some reason, their androids went amok and started targeting humans. Many of our own guys back in Uncle Sam's Service reported fighting these guys on NATO's border with the Russians," Husky explained.

"That still doesn't explain how these guys were able to get their hands on this ordnance." Tempest said.

He turned away to for a brief second as he finished talking, while failing to notice a faint but growing beeping noise emanating from the cargo, only turning around and realizing too late what it meant.

"Shit." was all Tempest could say.

Realizing what was happening immediately, a loud voice came from the comms.

"TOMBSTONE, GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" the voice yelled.

"ACTIVE BOMB, get clear, get clear, MOVE!" Aegir shouted at the top of his lungs.

Tempest jumps off the truck as he joined his comrades as they ran as fast as they could to put some distance between themselves and the truck.

Only a few seconds later did the Bomb explode, creating a massive crater where the truck used to be as the bomb's payload showered the surrounding aread with debris and fragmentation.

The blast knocked the operators off of their feet and sent them flying in all directions, some hitting the rock walls of the cliffside while others were knocked against some of the vehicles that survived.

Time seemed to slow down as the operators regained their senses.

Aegir slowly came too, getting back on his feet, and his ears ringing and vision blurred from the blast. Slowly taking in his surroundings, he reached for his radio.

"Husky, this is Tombstone Actual, we're in deep shite, I got multiple casualties and we need medivac now," He spoke frantically.

He gets a glimpse of his team. Some were already applying first aid to their wounds, either to themselves or to the more severely wounded.

His vision soon fixed on Tira, as he slowly made his way to her, he noticed that she was cradling someone letting out horrific screams of pain and agony. Didn't take long for him to realize it was Tempest.

"He was hanging off the cliff, nearly fell off until I was able to pull him back up. He blacked out while I treated him." Tira said.

The dying operator was in a terrible shape. The shockwave and shrapnel from the blast took his right arm and severly damaged his left eye.

"Jefe, He's gravely wounded, I patched him up as best I could, but if we don't get help soon, he's not gonna make it," Tira spoke, trying to sound as calm as humanly possible.

Said person was Tempest, unresponsive and covered head to toe in shrapnel and left all bloody after the bombs went off.

"Hang tight laddie, Casevac is nearly here, you're not gonna die, you hear me, you're gonna live!" Aegir yelled at the semi conscious operator as his vision slowly faded to black, his last glimpse being that of a distant helicopter landing and releasing medical personnel rushing to aid him and his wounded comrades, then his world went dark.

Authors note: Finally finished. So make sure to leave a comment, any ideas for improvement will be taken into consideration. Like I said, I haven't done this type of thing for a long time, so please just bear with me. As time goes by, I'll work on making the chapters longer. I already have an idea on how I want this story to play out. Also if you get confused with somethings, dm me or take a look at my database entry thats connected with my other story. Hope you enjoyed reading and I'll get the next chapter sorted out as soon as possible.