These are the Untold Stories of Operation Greenstone.
Ghost Recon: Breakpoint fan fiction series.
Explore the possibilities of behind the scenes or non-player character incidences that complete and may fill the gaps for large jumps in the man game's...
Fourteen kilometers off northern coast of Maunga Nui...
"Casper one two is defensive!"
Hearing the fear in her voice, Shine was on full afterburner closing, helplessly watching the drone swarm compress to a finger extending down after his diving wingman.
Following the long, purplish-blue gout of afterburner shooting back from her F-35B stealth fighter, keeping just ahead of drones self-destructing behind her in a macabre stream of exploding rainbow pixie dust sparkles...if her life wasn't in danger, Shine would've smiled.
"One two is defensive!...help...Shine!....Rick! help!...I'm defensive..."
The cry for help cut through him, anxious and unable to help made him feel sick with dread, watching the nightmare chasing her. Their original mission scrubbed, the only mission was to survive and having outrun the Swarm moments ago he hadn't had time to breath but there was no chance he would abandon her...even if she was a Navy chump.
"Gotchu Buttons, hold on..." he called to her. Emission controls could go to hell...
Having visual sight...tally...a kilometre away from the hostile, seething locust-like cloud of hellish drones six thousand feet below him were chasing her nose down, accelerating through fifteen thousand feet and all of her options to maneuver were quickly disappearing...
She's going to hit the deck before she can get away...
With seconds to act, frustrated, unable to obtain a radar lock even with the most advanced radar in the world, he switched his full-field of view helmet mounted display from see-through optical to see-through infrared visual mode, like a computer game his full vision became black and white and he noticed following the thick white exhaust a roiling, elongated blob sparkling like television snow and flicking his view back to optical, he thumbed his weapon selector to 'sidewinder'...the electro-optical and leading edge infrared sensors putting a bore sight seeker head growl in his ears, searching for heat sources, focused on where he was looking.
Okay...knife fight it is then...
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"Casper one one, tally, re-engaging...tapes on!" he declared, pumping adrenaline, amped up, some habits were hard to break as he overbanked, rolling his stealth fighter to re-commit, the grittling growl from his targeting system queued to where he was looking as the world around him was void of any plane reference, like he was floating in the sky.
"...Oh god...what is this thing..."
Hearing panic in her voice, infrared targeting still growling, rolling upright in a dive, still looking to the leading mid-point of the flittering flock of drones he thumbed his lock selection and the growling switched to a sharp, pointed tone...confirmed by 'shoot' appearing as he thumbed weapons release.
