This the fourth continuation of the "for NATO" series.
Prepare to see the next-gen kick a$$ and take names.
While the last gen either wants another round. Or retire and leave it to the younger ones.
Author's Note: For everyone that put in some OCs in the "Bio", please read the previous Volumes to get a much better understanding. Not saying names.
Timeskip to four days later~
Time: 9:16:54 A.M
Date: July 19, 2060
Location: Fidden, Scotland
It is now a new day, we see Anthony is wearing his USMC officer uniform and his new Major General insignias. He has a serious but calm look on his face, as he is mentally preparing for his first day as a Major General and commander of MAC-SOG. He sat in front of the window in a MV-38 Condor VTOL, looking himself over one last time. His uniform is perfectly pressed, his hair is neatly made and in a ponytail, and his medals and ribbons are arranged just so. As he double-checks his appearance, his mind drifts to the task ahead. MAC-SOG is are powerful units of all branches of the militaries in each nation, and its leaders have a lot of responsibilities and expectations placed on them. However, Anthony is confident that he can handle the pressures of his new role.
A sudden jolt brings him back to the present. He realizes that the air transport is landing, and he quickly straightens his posture. Taking a deep breath, he stands and moves to exit the Condor.
Once outside, Anthony is greeted by a warm breeze and the sound of seagulls. He looks around and sees a wide expanse of ocean and a large island off in the distance with a SAM site. This is MAC-SOG's base for EUTO.
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