Author Topic: Foxhole // Mission One: Armor  (Read 15315 times)

I was sleeping in dugout when the attack started.
"stuff,!" I quickly sprang up and grabbed my MP7 along with my AT4 and put it to the side.

Alexander clears a jammed shell in his gun, and aims down his sights at the nearest enemy.  He pulls the trigger, firing the first burst of shots.  Blood explodes from his target's chest as he drops, the gunfire screams through the air for almost a split second before it is overwhelmed by the screeching sounds of artillery, the first shell hitting about 10 meters from Alex's position in the trenches, his earbuds dropping from his ears, splattering dirt,  mud, and blood in his face.   He screams with horror as the ringing sets in, unable to her anything, the shockwave from the shell causing him to drop to his knees.

Claire pulls the M8 from her back and loads in a varmint grenade magazine. She brings the rifle to her shoulder and tilts her head, firing, as she strafes towards Alexander. Three Syrian soldiers are turned into red mist with the varmint grenade rounds.

miko = alex
blazer = alexander

"Tell me if you see any armored targets!"

Alexander opens his eyes, looking up at the fog filled sky and to his left and right.  To his left, the members of another dugout attempt to fend off the oncoming threat.  The soldier closest to him looks down at him, he open his mouth, his lips moving, but the words don't come out, all that can be heard is ringing.  The soldier's head erupts in a mess of blood and he drops, the blood splattering across Alexander's torso and face.  The man is quickly replaced by an asian man who hops into the trench after him and takes out a trench knife, dropping to his knees and attempting to jam the knife into Alex's throat, but Alex blocks the knife from going any further from his chin, blocking the man's arm with his own forearm.

Claire fires into the Chinese assailant near Alexander, tearing him to shreds.

Jerry fires long bursts from my MP7 quickly taking out any soldiers close to him.

At this point Alexander is covered in blood, both of his enemies and of his fallen allies.  He quickly rolls the dead Chinese man off of him, scrambling backwards, letting any loose blood roll off of him.  His hearing finally comes back, he hears the echoes of gunfire and artilery shells, screams filling the once silent air.  He attempts to rise, turning around to meet the eyes of his savior.

I sat there, the M249 snug in my shoulder, letting long bursts of fire reign on the opposing force. It was horrible. Man after man getting ripped to shreds by 5.56 rounds. I look to my left to see Alexander struggling to get up. I move closer to him and lay down covering fire until he got back on his feet.

Claire nods towards Alexander and turns back towards the enemy charge.

aren't syria and turkey actually fighting right now in like real life?

Alexander looks around for a moment, then grabs the sling of his rifle, swinging it around grabbing it.  He rises, resting the drum magazine of his rifle in the dirt, and opening fire once more.

"Where are they coming from?!" I say in a worried voice between my bursts.

aren't syria and turkey actually fighting right now in like real life?
Didn't you leave? :o

"stuff, duck down!" Claire kneels down, her back against the front of their trench.