Post by Tex on Mar 4, 2011 21:06:39 GMT -5
Patience; the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset, or to persevere calmly when faced with difficulties. One can not honestly claim to be patient until they have truly put it to the test and been pushed to the edge.
2215 Hours
Operation: Whisper in the Wind
The hot summer sun set over a field of lush green grass, shadows stretching across the ravine. Light began to fade over the group of soldiers in the rundown village. Shouts of war and gunfire could be heard as their reinforcements made way through the soggy valley. Trudging through thick, wet mud, diving for cover of bunker to avoid the everlasting barrage of bullets whizzing just over their heads.
As darkness set in the reinforcements made their way over the river and through the valley; open to attacks from the ridges towering above them on either side. Quickly and methodically they made their way through the encumbering earth, at long last arriving at the village. Gunfire pierced through the village and it's inhabitants. Screams of the wounded calling for medics merged with the continuous sound of gunfire.
Alone in a bunker, a solitary soldier sits, cursing his firearm for breaking down on him. A lone rifle sits in the corner next to a bulky plate carrier, pistol missing from it's holster. An eerie silence creeps over the village as the soldier makes his way out, informing squad mates of his plan to sneak out into the valley to flank the incoming enemies on the ridges above them.
Carefully he makes his way out from the village into the valley, dropping to his belly and slowly crawling into the vast emptiness ahead of him. The moon shone bright behind the trees along the ridge, yet not even a sliver of light made it down into the valley. Sliding through the wet grass he began to lose sight of the village behind him, and saw nothing but a black hole of darkness ahead of him.
The eery silence from the ridges was shattered by a twig snapping not 30 yards in front of him. He had no visual, but could hear the soft rustle of grass beneath a body. There he lay, in complete silence, enshrouded by a thick layer of darkness, pistol drawn and pointed in the direction of the noise, eagerly awaiting what approached. The damp earth began to soak into his clothes, a chill sinking in. A few minutes passed by and again he heard the rustle of foliage in front of him, slowly approaching. Patiently he waited. His eyes strained for a glimpse of the intruder as he lay perfectly still. Another five minutes passed - only silence ensued.
Suddenly a shape appeared in the distance, black silhouette against white bridge, it went prone less than 15 yards ahead of him. With the sights of his Silenced P226 locked on to where the shape had disappeared, he waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly the silhouette appeared again, a black mound growing taller. Exhaling, he squeezed the trigger gently...
*Cha-Chink*
The sound of his slide racking back as he fired a single round into the intruders chest was all that could be heard. The shape fell back wards and lay there motionless. He lay as still as possible hoping avoid detection from any of the intruders companions. Five minutes passed as he waited, listening intently for the sound of nearby movement but only hearing silence.
Gunfire erupted from the village as his brethren fired upon the ridges. As he looked back out into the valley he spotted a lanky shape move rapidly like a stalking wolf. Using the gunfight in the village as a distraction the enemy was advanced directly towards him. As he readied his sidearm they ducked down beneath a bunker from which he could hear their muffled whispers.
There were two men, one with a deep voice the other with a scratchy voice and a smokers cough. The silence broke again as another firefight burst out from behind him and the two men darted forward past him to the bunker just 10ft away. The two of them settled there, hunkered down at his 8 o'clock completely oblivious to his presence. Little did they know of the hidden danger behind them. Suddenly a third enemy ran past him and shots rang out peppering the bunker. The late arrival took a round to the neck and was taken out of commission as the other two crouched back down behind cover.
He could hear movement of more troops now ahead of him, far away but enclosing. He had to make a choice, either fire away at the two in the bunker completely revealing his position, or to take the chance with his blade. He had to choose, time was of the essence.
A raspy whisper pierced through the night air.
"On my mark.... GO!"
As soon as the two rose above the bunker and began firing again he lept to his feet, moist ground sinking beneath his boots. Drawing his knife, the distinctive sound of metal sliding from its sheath, he reached the first undetected. Going over the shoulder of his enemy, sinking the steel of his blade just below the soldiers sternum and again at his kidney, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. He spun quickly placing a knee in the small of the second victims back, ripping back his head, exposing his throat as his swiftly slid the jagged edge of his blade across. Warm blood spilled onto his hands as the flesh shredded around the cold steel.
Diving over the bunker, gathering slivers of the wood in his abdomen, he avoided fire from the enemies to his rear. Landing hard on his shoulder and rolling to face the bunker trusting his men would acquire their targets before firing.
But alas his comrade Vernon "OpDoc" and his G36 sliced through his back with a sharp pain. His body slumped down as his blood smeared against the wall of the bunker, glowing a bright red, hand gripping his knife to the end.
A lone rifle sits in the corner next to a bulky plate carrier, pistol missing from it's holster.
2215 Hours
Operation: Whisper in the Wind
The hot summer sun set over a field of lush green grass, shadows stretching across the ravine. Light began to fade over the group of soldiers in the rundown village. Shouts of war and gunfire could be heard as their reinforcements made way through the soggy valley. Trudging through thick, wet mud, diving for cover of bunker to avoid the everlasting barrage of bullets whizzing just over their heads.
As darkness set in the reinforcements made their way over the river and through the valley; open to attacks from the ridges towering above them on either side. Quickly and methodically they made their way through the encumbering earth, at long last arriving at the village. Gunfire pierced through the village and it's inhabitants. Screams of the wounded calling for medics merged with the continuous sound of gunfire.
Alone in a bunker, a solitary soldier sits, cursing his firearm for breaking down on him. A lone rifle sits in the corner next to a bulky plate carrier, pistol missing from it's holster. An eerie silence creeps over the village as the soldier makes his way out, informing squad mates of his plan to sneak out into the valley to flank the incoming enemies on the ridges above them.
Carefully he makes his way out from the village into the valley, dropping to his belly and slowly crawling into the vast emptiness ahead of him. The moon shone bright behind the trees along the ridge, yet not even a sliver of light made it down into the valley. Sliding through the wet grass he began to lose sight of the village behind him, and saw nothing but a black hole of darkness ahead of him.
The eery silence from the ridges was shattered by a twig snapping not 30 yards in front of him. He had no visual, but could hear the soft rustle of grass beneath a body. There he lay, in complete silence, enshrouded by a thick layer of darkness, pistol drawn and pointed in the direction of the noise, eagerly awaiting what approached. The damp earth began to soak into his clothes, a chill sinking in. A few minutes passed by and again he heard the rustle of foliage in front of him, slowly approaching. Patiently he waited. His eyes strained for a glimpse of the intruder as he lay perfectly still. Another five minutes passed - only silence ensued.
Suddenly a shape appeared in the distance, black silhouette against white bridge, it went prone less than 15 yards ahead of him. With the sights of his Silenced P226 locked on to where the shape had disappeared, he waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly the silhouette appeared again, a black mound growing taller. Exhaling, he squeezed the trigger gently...
*Cha-Chink*
The sound of his slide racking back as he fired a single round into the intruders chest was all that could be heard. The shape fell back wards and lay there motionless. He lay as still as possible hoping avoid detection from any of the intruders companions. Five minutes passed as he waited, listening intently for the sound of nearby movement but only hearing silence.
Gunfire erupted from the village as his brethren fired upon the ridges. As he looked back out into the valley he spotted a lanky shape move rapidly like a stalking wolf. Using the gunfight in the village as a distraction the enemy was advanced directly towards him. As he readied his sidearm they ducked down beneath a bunker from which he could hear their muffled whispers.
There were two men, one with a deep voice the other with a scratchy voice and a smokers cough. The silence broke again as another firefight burst out from behind him and the two men darted forward past him to the bunker just 10ft away. The two of them settled there, hunkered down at his 8 o'clock completely oblivious to his presence. Little did they know of the hidden danger behind them. Suddenly a third enemy ran past him and shots rang out peppering the bunker. The late arrival took a round to the neck and was taken out of commission as the other two crouched back down behind cover.
He could hear movement of more troops now ahead of him, far away but enclosing. He had to make a choice, either fire away at the two in the bunker completely revealing his position, or to take the chance with his blade. He had to choose, time was of the essence.
A raspy whisper pierced through the night air.
"On my mark.... GO!"
As soon as the two rose above the bunker and began firing again he lept to his feet, moist ground sinking beneath his boots. Drawing his knife, the distinctive sound of metal sliding from its sheath, he reached the first undetected. Going over the shoulder of his enemy, sinking the steel of his blade just below the soldiers sternum and again at his kidney, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. He spun quickly placing a knee in the small of the second victims back, ripping back his head, exposing his throat as his swiftly slid the jagged edge of his blade across. Warm blood spilled onto his hands as the flesh shredded around the cold steel.
Diving over the bunker, gathering slivers of the wood in his abdomen, he avoided fire from the enemies to his rear. Landing hard on his shoulder and rolling to face the bunker trusting his men would acquire their targets before firing.
But alas his comrade Vernon "OpDoc" and his G36 sliced through his back with a sharp pain. His body slumped down as his blood smeared against the wall of the bunker, glowing a bright red, hand gripping his knife to the end.
A lone rifle sits in the corner next to a bulky plate carrier, pistol missing from it's holster.
