Foxhole // Mission One: Armor

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Alexander looks at Claire, clueless, but follows the order, ducking down.

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[HerpaDerp]

I follow CLaire's orders and duck down

[Mikoyan]

I stay, squeezing the trigger every so often. I obviously didn't hear.

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I reach over, patting the back of Alex's knees.

[Mikoyan]

Just before I start to duck, my shoulder is forced back by a bullet shot. I scream out in agony. Blood starts spurting out of my shoulder, just below my Russian Federation patch.

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Alexander watches in horror as blood streaks across the back of the trench.  "M-medic!  Medic!" he shouts.

[Watcher In The Myst]

Four M2 Bradleys zoom over the trenches, firing on the Syrian forces. M1 Abrams rest just behind the trenches, firing on the enemies as well. One of the Bradleys and two of the Abrams roll over this trench sector's dugouts, making them collapse. Claire stands up, looking at their dugouts. "Motherforgeter."

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//Tanks wtf why did you do that

[Mikoyan]

"pomoshchʹ!" I cry out, reaching towards the nearest person. Alexander.

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"Medic!" he cries out again, looking at Alex.  He remembers the courses he took in High School for basic first aid, and lurches forward, applying pressure to Alex's wonded shoulder.

[Comatose]

Brandishing my M1014, I turn right from the dugout exit. As I toss a flare to light the trench in front of me, two figures slip from above the trench.

I cut through the fog to find two Syrian soldiers holding AKMs. I run toward them, bashing one in the head with the butt of my shotgun. The other reacts quickly, punching me in the face. I recoil and fall backward onto my back as the soldier stands above me, pointing the AKM at my forehead. He sneers as he puts his finger on the AKM's trigger, and I sneer back as I shove the shotgun in his face and pull the trigger. The 12 Gauge slug made contact with his forehead immediately, spraying blood and brain matter around the trench. He didn't even have time to scream.

I pulled myself up from the ground, reloaded my M1014, and ran back down the trench as I strapped a maglite to my combat vest.

[Swat 3]

Name:Nathan Frank
Class:Rifle Man
Rank:Senior Private
Age:21
Gender:Male
Physical Description:Skinny, but Fit. Blonde hair and Blue eyes. He has a default facial expression that makes him look sad all the time.
Personality:roostery, though nice and charismatic. He likes to help a friend out, and he hates to waste ammo, seeing how it gives him less people to kill.
NationalityAmerican
Other:He was interested in joining the armed forces as a sniper. Though over the time he grew to love the M8-2.
Picture:
Callsign:Wolverine
Friends/Best Wair-buddies: N/A

[Mikoyan]

As he puts pressure on my shoulder I grunt, tears rolling down my face.

[Jokey365]

-disregard-

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A medic finally comes for Alex, and Alexander (Me) rises, looking over the trench.  The assault has been defeated.