The NATO scout held his locket tight while explosions wrapped the battlefield alongside the sounds of gunfire in the air. Carrying weapons of the 2030's, soldiers began making organized movements as they advanced into enemy territory. The sky might be clear, but certainly, the war was only beginning to worsen in the Middle East...
That same scout then peeked his head out. Suddenly he put his head down before bullets had to ricochet on top of his cover...
And his radio rang...
"Jenson, what the hell?! You could have been skinned out there if you peeked out! Just keep crawling! You'll make it!"
"I'm doing that, Granger!"
"If you're like your old man, you better fucking shape up."
"Thing is, I'm not like Carlos Jenson. So don't think of this as something I could do!"
"Just... move. That's an order, Richie!"
"Yes... sir."
My name's Richie Jenson by the way. And yeah... I'm pretty much a screwed up guy right there. I started out as a Corporal since I know squad management, but getting into tight situations like this against the old ashes of ISIS would really make things quite different. Hell... we were facing organized terrorists.
The only thing making me comfortable right now, is the fact that I got friends. One day, I just need to be an asshole to get ahead and be the best. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
And so, Richie kept crawling until he finally found some good cover behind a building and grasps his standard MX Assault Rifle before peeking out of his cover... There was a distant firefight from afar, and he decides to get out of cover and go to it...
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ARMA III - The Core Conflict
FanfictionRichie served the Marines... then the NATO. But what his career leads to would make him one of the most known close-combatants ever known in both... Carlos, his father, however, knew something else his son didn't.
