Trigger Warnings: Vulgar language, inappropriate themes.
An: I'm sorry this update took so long, I've had a lot of things happening in my life but I am finally back!
The Humvees bounced and rocked slightly as the tires rolled over the bridge on into the city. Running over rocks and small boulders. Ray popped open a bottle of Ripped Fuel and dumped maybe about six pills into his mouth. Swallowing them almost instantly. Brad looked over at him from watching his sector, sighing heavily.
"Careful with the Ripped Fuel," he warned, going back to watch his sector. Ray huffed, using one hand to steer and the other grab a water bottle unscrewing the cap off with his teeth. Wright sat in the back, watching the man, a bewildered look on his face.
"Fuck man. I'm on thirty hours no sleep. Beat the record I made in high school when I was on the debate team," Ray spit out his words so fast it was hard to even understand him. Kyra scoffed while the scribe just gave him a questioning look.
"Wait, a minute," he started having Ray turn to look at him. "You were on the debate team?" Ray nodded, looking back the road. The Comms were beeping on and off.
"Yeah, I was really really fucking good, but all the other guys on the team thought I was high all of the time," Kyra rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was just tired, sore, and kind of hungry. And Ray and his hyped up antics weren't really helping.
"Shut up Ray," both Kyra and Brad said at the same time. She huffed and looked out the window. "Brad, I'm going to sit on the top of the Humvee next to Walt. I can't watch a sector with the Reporter in the way," before Brad could even respond she was climbing up besides Walt and sitting pretty much behind the turret shield. Ray glanced back at Wright and just looked back at the road. Brad just pressed his lips together into a thin line.
"Shit," Ray cursed as the line of Humvees drove through the town. the tires rolling straight through a mixture of blood from the dead Iraqis and some dead Marines that littered the area mixed with gas and engine fluid from the blown up and shot up trucks all around. "Fucking tranny fluid from the Amtrac." Ray just looked at the bodies and the puddles of the red and black mixed liquids. Trombley looked out his window, almost amazed or in awe at the god awful sights he was seeing. Kyra and Walt just tried not to look. Just trying to keep an eye on the surroundings. Making sure no Hajis were trying to shoot at them.
"Keep your eyes on the road Ray," Brad piped up. Glancing at Trombley, slightly disturbed at the look of almost amusement on his face. "It's nothing Trombley," he just turned to look at the Sergeant. The look of aggravation etched onto his features as he glared slightly. A sigh left the Sergeant's lips as he turned his head back to his weapon.
Soon, after Baptista stopped speaking Portuguese over the Comms, complaining about some of the Marine antics higher ups pull, and watching friendlies light up more Iraqis while the groups drove through, all the vehicles came to a stop. "Hey Sarge! Why we stopped?" Kyra called from the top of the Humvee. Sticking her head down to look at the man in the passenger seat. Wright chuckled seeing the woman practically upside down. He glanced back at her. Captain America was already heard on the Comms, freaking out for the Marines to be at a stop.
"Orders. Raptors cas-evacting a Marine from the RCT." Brad replied, looking back at the female. Who just nodded and pulled herself back up onto the top of the Humvee. All they could now here was Captain America shouting on the Comms. Ray groaned out in annoyance, while the three others within the Humvee showed on their faces that they clearly felt the same.
"I am so sick of Captain America spazzing out on our Comms," Ray spoke, holding the bridge of his nose. And with that, almost immediately, the infamous Captain was back on the Communication line. Yelling about the same shit he had been yelling about every other time he was on the Comms. That the Marines could be ambushed easily in this position. Which everyone already knew, and already knew they could do nothing about it. So everyone was just stuck listening the a god awful platoon leader.
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Livin' The Brotherhood
FanfictionA lone female recon Marine, Corporal Kyra Bisset, placed in a group of men that she never knew would become her life in such a short fragment of life. No one really knew her or her story. Fear, adrenaline, patriotism, humor, and maybe even love. It'...
