User:EliteMaster117/Welcome to the Army

A story partially based off of The Hurt Locker, Black Hawk Down, Generation Kill, and multiple other movies and shows.

Characters

 * Staff Sergeant Courtlyn Logan: The leader of the team featured here, chain of command put Logan in command of his squad, as his COs had been killed, or wounded. He has blonde, shaved hair, blue eyes, and not the most handsome face.


 * Corporal Joe Jimenez: The wisecrack of the squad, Joe is of Mexican descent. He specializes in recon, and is the interpreter of the squad.


 * Lance Corporal Brian Parks: The gunner of the squad, he has brown hair, hazel eyes, and is described by the author to look like Jeremy Renner.


 * Private First Class Steve Fargo: The sniper for the squad, Steve Fargo is described as being a quirky kid with a "diamond shaped head, and skull!", who has a triangular shaped face, with features that look like a "ferret" by others, he has blue eyes, another shaved head, though his hair is red, and many acne scars.


 * Private Anthony Rourke: Rourke is the new guy of the squad. He has black hair, and brown eyes.


 * Colonel Michael Farr: Farr is the Colonel in command of the battalion. He also leads Operation: MOTHER NATURE. He is African-American, and is described as having no hair. Whatsoever.

Prologue
The Humvee approached, rolling through the dirty Aghan plains. Dust rolled around the Humvee, as two soldiers smoked an Arabic cigar inside. The gunner, mounted on an M240, sat back in the mount. As the dust settled, Afghan kids waved to the gunner. He waved back, and laughed. Meanwhile, inside, another two soldiers in the front of the Humvee were looking at a picture of a woman.

The one in the passenger seat, the radio man, was eating some CHARMS.

"The hell man!?"

The gunner looked down.

"Hahaha! The new guy has some charms!"

The driver threw the package of CHARMS down.

"What the hell man!?", the radio man questioned.

The two in the back seat looked up. One, a Latino, his name tag saying "JIMENEZ", grabbed the radio man's head, and pulled it close.

"Don't you know man!? Charms are bad luck! NEVER, EVER take them into a Humvee! Their are fucking bad luck!"

The latino headbutted the radio man, and the gunner laughed.

"The new guy didn't know. Lay off him, Joe!"

The other in the back, FARGO, one of the many Caucasians, started hysterically laughing as the Humvee stopped.

The driver got out, and picked up the CHARMS. All of them. He walked over to a group of children, and gave them the CHARMS.

"Candy. This is candy. To eat."

The children stood there, looking at him, as the wind blew in their faces.

A woman came out, rambling in Arabic. The driver, who's last name was LOGAN, had blue eyes, and his hair was cut short. His face was square, his features not the most handsome.

Joe Jimenez, obviously a Corporal, walked out.

"Your the interpreter Joe. What's she sayin'?"

Joe's facial expression slowly turned to a smile.

"She says that she wants her daughter to marry you!"

The girl was about ten. Behind her, was an elderly man, possibly the mother's wife. He came out, and shook everyone's hand. Then he went back in. After some talking, and convincing the family that the leader of the squad, Staff Sergeant Logan, would marry her.

The two got back in the Humvee, and the team started off again.

Joe snickered. "Did you hear!!! They want you to marry her! Maybe you can ra-"

Logan looked back at Joe.

"Sorry, sir."

The gunner put on his helmet.

"Sir, we got three suspicious men."

Logan nodded.

"Where are they, Parks?"

Lance Corporal Parks was the gunner's name.

"To your left sir. We've reached the outskirts of the city."

Logan looked out.

"Damn it, I know we're in the town now! Where are they!?"

Parks looked around.

"Upper left. The red building. Looks like they're scouting us."

The outskirts of a small village, they had found their way into Taliban commanded territory. Three men stood at the ledge, Arabic in descent. They were unarmed, but they were wearing tactical vests, and Shemaghs. One had Aviator glasses on, and was pointing at the Humvee.

Logan kept his eyes on them.

"Yeah, but we can't shoot 'em. Their unarmed. Rules of war suck eggs, don't they Koenig?"

The other in the rear, PFC Fargo, pulled out his M4A1.

"Here we go.", Fargo stated, as the Humvee started towards the city. Private Rourke, in the passenger seat's mouth moved.

Logan looked at him.

"Private. Is that a charm?"

Rourke started to open his mouth when there was a click.

"HOLY SHI-"

There was a bright flash of light, and the car ahead of them exploded in a bright red and white flash, stunningly amazing, yet frightening.

"Fuck, fuck FUCK!", Logan screamed, as he jumped out of the Humvee.

"Get out of the car! Move, move, move!!! Double time!"

The three Taliban had disappeared.

Parks jumped off the turret, and started running to the nearest boulder.

Behind him, Joe and Fargo started running.

Logan ran up to a storage shack, and kicked the door. It broke down, and Logan ran in. Behind them, an RPG round rocketed through the sky, the high pitch sound attacking their ears. The smoke trail billowed in an expanding line, and the rocket itself was olive drab, but was about to turn a different color.

The RPG round hit the windshield of the Humvee, and in another beautiful flame, it erupted into a mushroom shaped fire, smoldering the ground into a blackened tone.

Gunfire started coming towards the soldiers as the piled into the shack.

Parks and Logan were armed with only sidearms, but the others were armed with M4A1 SOPMODs.

The three Taliban emerged from the same building, four more behind them. They shot the air, as civilians scattered, screaming.

Joe stuck his head out, and shot one.

The Taliban clasped his stomach, and went down.

The others focused their fire on where Joe was.

Bullets fired through the shack, breaking the rusty metal.

Logan turned around, and started breaking the shelves. He then repeatedly started kicking the wall, until a hole was busted.

He jumped through, and his soldiers followed behind. The soldiers crossed behind the wall, and ran behind a series of abandoned and parked cars.

They each split off. Joe went left, back to the shed, while Fargo went to the far right. Logan went up to the roof of a shack, and Parks was ready to initiate the plan.

Joe fired off a shot the killed one of the Taliban. The Taliban all turned to Joe, when on the other side of the road, Fargo shot two. They turned to him, when they heard a yell.

Parks walked up the road, hands raised, smiling. The Taliban turned to him, but there was a crack. One looked to the source of a sound, and there was a grenade at his feet.

They all looked, stunned, at Parks, as the one in the center, the leader, yelled,

"ʼM ʻLāʼ al-Mqdsh!"

Then there was an explosion. There was a splatter of blood and limbs, and suddenly, there was silence. In the distance was the roar of engines.

Two Humvees pulled up. One was empty, the other packing a load of heavily armed US Army Rangers.

"Did we miss the party!?", someone yelled from inside the second Humvee.

The door opened, and a Colonel came out. Colonel Michael Farr.

Logan nodded.

"Yeah. You did. Let's go hunt some more Taliban."

Colonel Farr laughed.

"Then let's go, Sergeant."