Battlefield Fanfic With A Twist

XGen Form Up

We had all been asked, during the meeting, what our ideas to go about this was. The room was so quiet for a few minutes that you could hear the breath leaving from everyone. This was not a good idea from the top brass’ perspective. So we were told to inform them any type of movement we make before jumping the gun, because there had been enough of that already.
New information was pouring in every five minutes. Flight plans, expected soldier count, estimated fire power that one was bringing. All these numbers kept changing and by massive margins. Fox was getting more frustrated than usual by how much of an army the U.S. was trying to form. The Koreans were still arguing on joinning forces which put this, supposed war, one side.
Our group was trying to determine how else could we go about this. A notification comes through and Mina taps my cheek to get my attention. I look to her and she hands me a slip of paper an inch thick, then kisses my cheek.
The message was translated from Morris code into writting. “Returning. From. Hell. Hole. Stop. Need. Us. A. Beer. Pronto. Stop. Ha. You. Said. I. Couldn’t. Do. It. Stop.” I smile and look around at everyone.
“At the table with whatever you have in fifteen minutes guys.”
Fox looks from a scout of his to me. “You have an idea,” he sounds a bit hopeful as well as curious.
“We might think better if we have all hands at the table. So table in fifteen, I have to make a beer run really quick.” Fox smiles at the news and goes back to chatting with his scout.

A helicopter lands and six people exit, making their way towards the inside. Among them are the two final members of my squad. Legendary, who’s carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder, and Zan, he is talking to the pilot before he takes off again. They walk side by side in my direction and smirk once they notice me.
“Just because I said you couldn’t learn Morse Code and use it in a mission. Does not mean to do it the next chance you get.” I can’t stop myself from smiling at how idiotic of an idea it was to even attempt doing such a thing.
Zan has the biggest smartass grin on his face as he replies. “It was a challenge and you now I don’t back down from a challenge.” His voice was a bit high pitched for a twenty four year old, but it never really bothered any of us.
Legendary shook his head and kept on walking as he mumbles low under his breath, “Nearly got us killed doing that, dumbass.” he was the youngest of us all but he fought as hard as the vets did.

We were the squad calling ourselves XGen, also known as XGeneration. We are all born during the 90s so we stuck with the nickname, they called our generation growing up. The group is ver secluded so we rarely take in any additional members. Mainly because it is determined by an all team vote, and we rarely are all together.

First are Zan and Fox who are about the same age and have two completely different combat styles. Zan is the charge head first into a situation, with the heaviest gun he can find, type. Fox prefers to analyze the situation to a thorough point then find the best stealth approach to remain unseen, unless he wants to be seen.

I met Zan during my time in bootcamp. Both of us in different classes, but somehow encountered one another regularly. Zan was that guy from the midwest that you could call on if you were going to get into a fight. He would keep it fair, even if that means taking three on one. He had rugged jawline, I always thought from the hits to the jaw he has taken. Brown hair that was tied back into a bun. Zan switched branches after we cleared boot camp into the Air Force. Saying it was his dream to drop a bomb on something. He enjoys attacking from range but would do it in a way that would seem ‘subtle’, according to his standards. I asked Zan to join our group after having him join missions with us for barely a month. He was then our artillery specialist.

Fox and I ran into each other a few times during a couple undercover ops. We tried working together once to help aid the other and realize we make a good gun mate for the other. Our ideas usual are the same but how we choose to go about them are a bit different. Fox lived a vary secluded life style and kept to himself a lot more than others thought. His life during the special forces is hard to trace back, regardless of him rarely discussing it openly. He made multiple connections with so many people that he formed a network to keep information flowing about. We decided to form our squad after three months of working together.Fox was our ear and eyes into any trouble that tried to form.