The cold harbor team went on rotation for night watch. Thankfully there weren't any pursuers or any hostile company after them.
"Texan": *Yawn* So...how's the shock?
"Caller" : Well, still feeling a bit jell-o, but I'm holding.
"Schütze": Lucky for you, I can feel my ribs are kaputt...Maybe they aren't...I don't know.
"Texan": Good thing that plate stopped it, I've seen friendlies go down with a shot even with plates back in Afghanistan.
"Caller": Can't seem to trust the things they gave us. Not even the locals.
"Texan": Oh...you got "that" experience did you?
"Caller": My squad wanted locations for an AQ encampment so we can neutralize the damn thing. Although a local did gave the location of the camp which was very generous of him, however the bastard tipped off the AQ the moment we left.
"Texan" just chuckled due to the misfortune of "Caller's" squad. He knew that getting lead straight to a certain trap was hell of a situation, best thing to do afterwards is laugh it off.
"Caller": Man, I ain't even done yet! There's this one time tha-
"Torch": (Outside) "Texan", bossman! You might wanna see this!
"Texan": (Mumbling) Please Lord, don't tell me our time's up right now...(To "Torch") Yeah, I'll be right there in a sec!
"Texan" followed by the rest inside of the safehouse, came out the house to see what's waiting for them. Turns out it was their needed supplies and to "Texan's" dismay it was a C-130 heading their direction about to airdrop their needed supplies.
"Torch": Would ya look at that...Pay up boss, deal's a deal.
"Texan" : *Pulls out wallet* God - effing- damn it.
"Torch": *Grabs 100 dollar bill* Ha ha! Pleasure doin' business with ya boss!
"Caller": You made a bet?
"Texan": Yeah I did and that was shit...Anyways
"Suomi": Crate's out!
The team looks up to see the crate drifting to their safehouse getting closer and closer.
Radio: "Hugin 1-1 this is Condor 3-1. Merry Christmas boys, don't forget to share."
"Texan": Condor 3-1 this is 1-1, yeah we'll share the presents, have a good one. Out.
"Rus": Christmas already?
"Caller" : What can I say...Flyboys are sometimes the jokers themselves.
"Surgeon": Crate touchdown in 10!
The supply crate eventually touched the ground, as the team rapidly secures the area and the crate before dragging it closer to the house.
"Texan": Alright guys, grab a can and load up your mags.
As the team grab a can of ammo and load up their empty mags or grab a fresh new magazine if they dropped it in the field. Until their Russian friend found something interesting...
"Rus": Opa!
"Surgeon": What do you got now?
"Rus": Comrades! I found a boom tube!
"Suomi": Dibs on the 320.
The team looks at the Russian giving the Finn a M320 Grenade Launcher, at the same time their radios came to life.
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Jormungand And A Red Earth
Fanfiction"Bonfire, Ember element, going internal" that's the response of a Cold Harbor team leader as a team of operators entered a warehouse somewhere in Yemen. Few minutes later, as the warehouse is secured they tagged the crates with an interesting name...
