18:20 AZT
4/5/10
Baladjary Rural, Azerbaijan
TF141 Sgt. Ryan Ossmann callsign: Fate
"Welcome back boys," Terry said.
"Thrilled," I replied.
Here we go again. Two years ago we came to this Overgrown farm town and kicked ass. You would think that they would have learned their lesson the first time around. Guess not. The Spetznaz are persistent; you have to give them that. I guess we would just have to kick their ass a little harder.
Papa Six had been informed that the Spetz were trying to reclaim the village as a way point to their main base further north. It was paramount to the enemy to hold it for the safe travel of arms and troops. Other units had been assigned to sack the other way points along the coast. We knew this place, so they sent us back. Man this was gonna suck.
It would have been a nice place to settle one day if it hadn't been for the Russians. It was a beautiful place with lush vegetation. The buildings and homes were nice and modest. Now it's not so nice. The destruction that we left behind the first time was still prevalent. The only difference between how we left it and it's current condition was the plants taking over. No one returned to their homes after the fighting. Hmph, not many homes were left. We made our way to the barn on the north side of town and laid out our plan.
I got my orders and broke off from the squad to unpack my rifle. The M82A1 Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle is a monster of a gun. I've seen the half inch round torpedo from hell leave my gun and tear men in half. It's an awesome and somewhat gruesome sight. Maybe it's a little overpowered but hey, I only like the shoot once.
I love the feeling that I get before the storm of battle breaks loose. Clichè, I know, but it's true. Everything goes still, sounds fade away, the world blurs. Then, like someone snapping their fingers in your face, everything pops into focus.
The chopping sound of Kalashnikov gunfire filled the afternoon. I was posted up in the field by a large hay bale. My sight lines were clean enough to give me a good view of the paths leading from the gas station and the old wooden bridge. They knew we were here to stop them and they would press the attack to drive us away. The Predator drone was circling over head and the Captain was sending orders to us quickly. He told me that there were two men working there way up the creek bed by the gas station. I found the spot weld behind my ACOG scope and waited. My breathing was calm and measure as I took a pound of slack out of the three pound trigger. A flicker of movement appeared just where I thought it would. Waiting another half second; I released half a breathe and pulled the trigger.
The rifle rocked in my hand as fire flew from it's barrel. The bullet ripped it's way through the air. Just as the men crested the river bank they met that bullet. It destroyed, yes destroyed, both men. One moment they were there and the next, pieces of them were there. I got the confirmation from the Predator controller that I didn't need seconds later. I was called to assist the boys covering the bridge. They were pinned down under enemy sniper fire. I snaked my way to the rest of my team and got a zero on the sniper's position. He popped his head out and I took it off for him. As his body fell another man peaked around a door into the street just in time to receive another bullet from my big gun.
I made my way back to the field and into the blown out storage shed just as another enemy rounded the corner. On impulse I tore my combat knife from it's sheath and plunged it into the man's throat, silencing him forever. I heard the scream of a Hellfire missile and an explosion seconds later. The controller confirmed two kills. this was followed quickly by a Harrier strike jet incoming. It dropped it's payload and returned for a hover and attack pattern. Enemies fell in large numbers.
While all of the air support was pouring in I constantly harassed the enemy wit my sniper fire. Not every shot found it's mark but it scared them enough to begin falling back. The Harrier reported that it was low on fuel and had to return to our fire base. Quickly enough it was replaced by the thumping of a heavily armored Pavelow attack helicopter. The steady rapping of chaingun fire drowned out all other sound. The only thing that could be heard over it's steady beat was the screams of dying men.
My team and I regrouped at the barn. We had only lost two men. The enemy body count was far higher. I still felt two was too many. This damned war was going to take us all eventually. I was just happy to live today and maybe one day to go home. Where my children and grandchildren would never know what this war cost and what I had done to save my fellow men. We had pushed them away once more. This time, with feeling.
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My loadout in this game:
Primary: Barrett .50 cal w/ ACOG
Secondary: M1014
Equipment:Claymore
Special Grenade: Stun x2
Perk 1: Scavenger Pro
Perk 2: Stopping Power Pro
Perk 3: Ninja Pro
Killstreaks: Predator Missile, Harrier, Pave Low
Deathstreak: Final Stand
Map: Overgrown (Stimulus Package)
Gametype: Domination
My Final: 12-0
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