When I am able to maintain my composer
lol
It was 0'dark thirty, the air was thick as I saw the fog rolling off of my breath... The face paint had turned to a hard clay agains my skin as I laid there on the ground waiting with my trusty M240B, I was never a big fan of this lunky fully automatic machine gun, but even through all the thick mud this poor thing had been dropped in she still managed to pump out those 7.62 rounds down range like a pro. Even though this sucked... being cold, wet, covered in dirt I knew it was worth it, because these sorry bastards won't even see us coming...
Ever since TK and Luna had taken over with Russia and the Chinese, a few desperate militias have been pulling off raids all over the US, we've been doing our damnedest to take back our homeland. Now here I lay, still wondering how it got to this. How some ignorant, autistic, wanna be sociopath, cunt and her lapdog TK had managed to influence the Axis of Evil to go along with their plans and how my ass was laying out here in this cold December weather.
But I had no time to dwell on such things, the signal was just given, Edvard had lit a Molotov Cocktail and tossed it into Lunas Tesla. One final "fuck you" before we slit that blonde bitches throat. That was my signal to lay down suppressive fire as the guys on the ground flanked around behind the building to pull off this raid. We were going for her... and we weren't going to stop until we had her rotting head on a stick.