"Ramirez! I only remember your name so you'll have to take point all the time!" Sgt. Foley, 75th Ranger Regiment.
PB fic? More like "RAMIREZ! DO EVERYTHING!" fic.
Everyone chill the fuck out, Ramirez is Oscar mike!
Chapter 1: Homefront security (Part 1)
Ramirez tightly pushes his PLTOR radio to his ears when the M134 starts spinning. The Russian troops who landed on top of the house ironically didn't make it in time to get behind the house. The minigun stops spinning with a badass smoke filling the air around it. Dunn only threw a 'dude, what the hell?' look to Ramirez as he releases his hands from his PLTOR. The convoy was tasked to defend a little state of Virginia from Russian's early invasion. The enemy troops parachuting from Antonov airplanes made the atmosphere like Normandy in World war 2, with the difference that the troops fighting here are fundamentalist communists versus idiotic yankees. The convoy stopped as soon as a BTR passes and aims it's 20 mm cannon at them.
"We got a BTR! Get out! Get out!" Commands Foley while jumping out from the car.
Ramirez made a quick jump and sprint as far as he can to the nearest house. He is very sure that he is away from the blast radius and he turns back to see his friends still not very far from the jeep and -Boom! Ramirez is knocked down cold by the blast from the jeep's explosion as his friends are sprinting to the same location as he is.
"What the fu-?" Says Ramirez in his head, he is like 25 meters away from the jeep and got knocked down badly although his friends which is like only 5 meters away from the jeep can victoriously sprints to cover.
Ramirez catches up with his squadmates along uncertain-someone's backyard, spotting an alive parrot in the yard and his face goes 'what the hell?' as he reaches the road with his squadmates. Foley has just finished a conversation with some... Overlord. Oh, whatever it could be.
"Did the HQ told us to go F ourselves?" Asked Dunn to Foley.
"Pretty much likely corporal." Answered Foley with a light voice, as the BTR that hit them earlier shows up. With it's turret looking away to destroy some uncertain-someone's house(s).
"Do not engage the BTR, it haven't acquired us." Commands Foley as the squads crosses the road to take cover in another uncertain-someone's house. "Yeah, like hell we will." Says Ramirez in his head while looking at everyone's equipment, no AT4 missiles, just no anti-tank rigs at all.
The squad follows up silently behind the BTR until it stops in front of a roadblock to land some Russian troops (And of course, because there is a roadblock after all, lol). Foley who is standing near a supply box commands Ramirez to come to the supply box. "Since when-? Oh whatever" Mumbles Ramirez while walking to the box.
"Ramirez, throw a smoke grenade to ran past the BTR into the alley and reload my gun, there are some mags in this box." Commands Foley while handing over his gun.
"Wait, wha-" Shouted Ramirez in a low voice, but Foley didn't seem to care and just keep playing some Splinter Cell: Conviction in his iPhone. Ramirez take some mags in the box and reloads the gun.
"Use the smoke to run past the BTR into the alley!" Commands Foley while taking his gun back. "Jeez, you've said that already" Whined Ramirez in his head. He pulls out the pin and threw the grenade right under the BTR. Some troops came out as soon as the smokescreen pops out.
"Use the cover of the smoke, to run past the BTR, into the alley!" Screams Foley once more. "I know!" Replied Ramirez with a sigh. He takes out the Russians coming out of the BTR and sprints into the alley to found a Russian having a pee, and takes him out. "What the hell was that Russian think he's doing?" Says Ramirez in his head.
"Ramirez! Into the alley!" Screams Foley.
"I'm here already!" Replied Ramirez as his squadmates enters the alley, not even glancing a bit on him. "Like hell." Mumbles Ramirez.
The squads proceeds through in the alley, meeting some light opposition along the way until they reached the parking lot full of taxis and personal cars (PC). Some Russians take cover behind a car and got blown up by the rangers. "What?" Sighed Ramirez in his head, observing how stupid the communists are. A truck full of enemy troops arrived in front of them.
"Enemy truck at 12 o'clock!" Shouted Dunn through the PLTOR, hurting Ramirez's ears again "I can see it,Jeez how loud could you say something so unnecessa-"
"ROGER THAT!" Replied Foley, making Ramirez's ears almost bleed. "Oh my shittin' god" Sighed him in his mind.
"Allright, we're going to run past the BTR to reach Raptor's chopper" Commands Foley. Ramirez glanced to the street, noticing 2 BTRs patrolling aroung Nate's Dinner.
"Oh my shittin' fuck god"
Ramirez tightly pushes his PLTOR radio to his ears when the M134 starts spinning. The Russian troops who landed on top of the house ironically didn't make it in time to get behind the house. The minigun stops spinning with a badass smoke filling the air around it. Dunn only threw a 'dude, what the hell?' look to Ramirez as he releases his hands from his PLTOR. The convoy was tasked to defend a little state of Virginia from Russian's early invasion. The enemy troops parachuting from Antonov airplanes made the atmosphere like Normandy in World war 2, with the difference that the troops fighting here are fundamentalist communists versus idiotic yankees. The convoy stopped as soon as a BTR passes and aims it's 20 mm cannon at them.
"We got a BTR! Get out! Get out!" Commands Foley while jumping out from the car.
Ramirez made a quick jump and sprint as far as he can to the nearest house. He is very sure that he is away from the blast radius and he turns back to see his friends still not very far from the jeep and -Boom! Ramirez is knocked down cold by the blast from the jeep's explosion as his friends are sprinting to the same location as he is.
"What the fu-?" Says Ramirez in his head, he is like 25 meters away from the jeep and got knocked down badly although his friends which is like only 5 meters away from the jeep can victoriously sprints to cover.
Ramirez catches up with his squadmates along uncertain-someone's backyard, spotting an alive parrot in the yard and his face goes 'what the hell?' as he reaches the road with his squadmates. Foley has just finished a conversation with some... Overlord. Oh, whatever it could be.
"Did the HQ told us to go F ourselves?" Asked Dunn to Foley.
"Pretty much likely corporal." Answered Foley with a light voice, as the BTR that hit them earlier shows up. With it's turret looking away to destroy some uncertain-someone's house(s).
"Do not engage the BTR, it haven't acquired us." Commands Foley as the squads crosses the road to take cover in another uncertain-someone's house. "Yeah, like hell we will." Says Ramirez in his head while looking at everyone's equipment, no AT4 missiles, just no anti-tank rigs at all.
The squad follows up silently behind the BTR until it stops in front of a roadblock to land some Russian troops (And of course, because there is a roadblock after all, lol). Foley who is standing near a supply box commands Ramirez to come to the supply box. "Since when-? Oh whatever" Mumbles Ramirez while walking to the box.
"Ramirez, throw a smoke grenade to ran past the BTR into the alley and reload my gun, there are some mags in this box." Commands Foley while handing over his gun.
"Wait, wha-" Shouted Ramirez in a low voice, but Foley didn't seem to care and just keep playing some Splinter Cell: Conviction in his iPhone. Ramirez take some mags in the box and reloads the gun.
"Use the smoke to run past the BTR into the alley!" Commands Foley while taking his gun back. "Jeez, you've said that already" Whined Ramirez in his head. He pulls out the pin and threw the grenade right under the BTR. Some troops came out as soon as the smokescreen pops out.
"Use the cover of the smoke, to run past the BTR, into the alley!" Screams Foley once more. "I know!" Replied Ramirez with a sigh. He takes out the Russians coming out of the BTR and sprints into the alley to found a Russian having a pee, and takes him out. "What the hell was that Russian think he's doing?" Says Ramirez in his head.
"Ramirez! Into the alley!" Screams Foley.
"I'm here already!" Replied Ramirez as his squadmates enters the alley, not even glancing a bit on him. "Like hell." Mumbles Ramirez.
The squads proceeds through in the alley, meeting some light opposition along the way until they reached the parking lot full of taxis and personal cars (PC). Some Russians take cover behind a car and got blown up by the rangers. "What?" Sighed Ramirez in his head, observing how stupid the communists are. A truck full of enemy troops arrived in front of them.
"Enemy truck at 12 o'clock!" Shouted Dunn through the PLTOR, hurting Ramirez's ears again "I can see it,Jeez how loud could you say something so unnecessa-"
"ROGER THAT!" Replied Foley, making Ramirez's ears almost bleed. "Oh my shittin' god" Sighed him in his mind.
"Allright, we're going to run past the BTR to reach Raptor's chopper" Commands Foley. Ramirez glanced to the street, noticing 2 BTRs patrolling aroung Nate's Dinner.
"Oh my shittin' fuck god"
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