Y/N and the squad were all outside a Nazi compound, with Y/N having a thompson submachine gun slung over his shoulder.
"Ssh, hear that?" Y/N asked as he listened out and heard Germans laughing and talking. "Poker game in that barracks over there. Carthings, wait for my signal and then kill them all quietly.
"What signal?"
"You won't miss it." Y/N said as he snuck off with a bag full of charges.
"Montague, take Jenkins and Jackson. Greengrass, take Miller and Ryan. Mad dog, take Penningsly and Basings. Jones and Reacher, with me." Carthings said as he took the lead. the groups all snuck up on the barracks and waited for the signal, then, out of nowhere, the planes around the compound began to explode. The guards all came rushing out of their barracks and were killed on the spot by knives slashing their throats, as the bodies hit the floor, Carthings and the squad all ran off to the fuel depot and planted charges on it before stealing a truck with supplies in it and driving it to Y/N who climbed in front as they headed to the supply section of the compound, the whole squad disembarked from the truck and got to work stealing anything that wasn't nailed down.
By the end of the night they had stolen six crates of rations, seven crates of ammunition, four crates of sniper rifles, five crates of explosives, three tables, a ping pong table, a ping pong kit, a grammar phone, a piano, and two crates of barbed wire to establish security around the camp...
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Historical FictionDisclaimer: This is my own version of Vanguard and will have nothing to do with the actual game, so you're safe from that games example of what not to do. In the height of WW2, Germany's Africa campaign was being dismantled by the S.A.S. Their raids...
