It only took 5 minutes for the entire squad to fall.
"This a standard op, in and out understand?"
"Sir! Yes sir!"
"There are three MGs at the north side of landing zone! More heavily armed to the north east side, Belle, James, take yourselves up the ridge and provide suppressive fire on the same side!"
"Yessir!"
"Flynn push up the centre and take out any infantry you can, be wary as snipers will be at the other end of the field!"
"Yessir!"
"Stark and I will push up the north west side, assisting Flynn when we can!"
"Y-yessir!"
Stark's voice cracked and shook, nervous of the upcoming operation, and wondered what would happen during it while Sarge briefed the other teams of their jobs.
The Sarge, being satisfied with his speech, lined everyone up to go when the bay opened. An intercom sounded
"Mark 10 seconds to drop-bay"
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8
Stark's heart raced with anticipation-
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5
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2
No going back now-
1
"Bay doors opening"
Shouts, cries and woops filled the room as the doors opened and they filed out in groups of three, as the group in front of Stark took their first steps, James was dropped. It all happened in slow motion for Stark, from the moment the noise of contact was heard to James' body hitting the floor, Stark felt a dropping feeling in his gut for the foreseeable future. A scream erupted from Belle before she and her group mate were ushered out of the bay. Stark's group were mobilised next and Stark looked at James' body as he stepped over him, red all over his face. Stark rushed out and took his position next to the sarge, already firing his weapon at the most eastern machine gun to allow a window for the centre teams and Flynn to move up. Stark caught sight of Flynn, he was shooting one handed, his other covered in red patches along the arm. A grenade had landed in the middle of his team and, being the leader, he jumped on it and took the brunt of the force, killing him in the process.
"NO!"
Stark bit back tears and kept firing.
-2 minutes in-
Stark and the sarge kept moving up and firing,
moving up and firing,
again and again, until,
"AH! MOTHER- Stark!"
Sarge's leg, was red from the hit and so couldn't be of much help, Stark told him to stay in that position and provide cover fire, to which reluctantly, Sarge agreed.
Stark vaulted over the cover, bullets whizzing past his face, missing by inches, and ran to the next one, diving when he reached it. He took a shot to the leg and although it stung, he could still move it and therefor, could still run.
Stark looked back at Sarge to see him lying flat faced down, he choked a bit and bit on his hand to stop him crying
Not in a warzone, come on Stark!
He heard shouting as the western MGs began firing again which only meant the ridge team had been wiped out,
He thought of Belle and slumped down behind his cover, the sound of gunshots peppering the battlefield. He gave up.
James
Flynn
Sarge
Belle
Would not want him giving up, of all people not him, he drew him self up and looked for a suitable cover to run to, and ran to it, did the same, looked, ran, looked, ran, the MGs focusing fire on him as he was the closest. He took out a grenade, pulled the pin and lobbed it as close to the gun as possible, it blew up, taking his target with it. Stark heard cheering in the distance, and felt a new energy flow across him, and he made another dash, cover to cover, and did the same to the second gun.
-4 minutes in-
More cheering, friendly soldiers made their way further up the battle zone, taking out enemy stragglers.
Last one
He made run for the cover that got him closest to the MG and-
Three shots-
Chest-
Leg-
Head-
Stark fell with a thud, silently.
To be remembered.
