Post by overlordsquishy on Apr 2, 2008 22:48:59 GMT -5
Insertion had been easy enough. My team found ourselves in the third floor of a Greek chapter house. We were tasked with securing The Golden Paddle, a frat artifact which, according to our intelligence, was kept in the recreation room on the first floor. We shuffled around, increasingly anxious, as we awaited the call from HQ.
There were five of us. Doug, Rich, Pete, Drew, and myself, the Captain. As the clock ticked closer to party time I went over the plan once more with my team, more to fill the final few seconds of waiting than anything. Finally, it was time.
The order to engage came over the radio and, wordlessly, I ordered my team to move. Myself and two others made our way quickly down the flight of stairs before us. The other two remained on the third floor, one overlooking the stairs, and the other a window overlooking the adjacent road.
At the bottom of that flight, Drew stepped to the right and ducked into a closet overlooking the next flight of stairs. Doug and I turned left down a hallway. Muffled shots barked out and a call came over the radio.
“We got some… West side. At least 2.”
I tapped Doug on the shoulder and pointed him down the hallway before ducking into a library on the left side of the hallway. After taking a quick glance out of the Southern window, I stepped over to the Western. Three men took cover behind a car, sitting up here and there to fire a few rounds before being scared back into hiding. I clicked the fire control switch once, and I could feel my G36C begging, aching to fire.
Their attention held by Rich, I took my time aiming, watching one man hit his mag release and fumble for a full one. I leveled my weapon on one of his buddies and squeezed the trigger once, a sharp recoil accompanying a short, deadly report, and watched the man slump to the ground. Quickly, I lined up the next shot, seeing my enemy’s eyes widen through my iron sights as he caught sight of me, squeezing the trigger once more. The shot caught him just above his left eye, and he fell lifelessly atop his buddy.
The third man had already turned to me, a frantic shot embedding itself into the wall to my far left. I ducked beneath windowsill, and changed my magazine, before sitting back up just in time to see the man’s neck explode in a fine crimson mist. A look of confusion and horror graced his features as he grasped his neck, stumbling for a moment before falling onto the car before him.
“West side clear.”
I made my way out of the library and then further down the hallway. I turned right , then left to the fire escape where Doug was crouched. The fire escape spanned all three floors. Pete sat at the top, Doug and myself overlooked the second floor entrance. I ordered those two to keep me covered, then I advanced through the door. I could hear gunfire on the other side of the house, but this side was quiet. I made my way down the steps, keeping an eye on the library window above me and the door in front of me, making my way to the cover of the car, three bodies reddening the snow there.
“It‘s clear, Pete! Get down here. Doug! Keep his ass covered.”
Pete nodded and stood, glancing to the right side of the fire escape before making his way down the steps, crouching by the Southwest corner of the house. I motioned to Doug to do the same, and he quickly did so, crouching behind Pete and watching the door.
“Open it.” I commanded, watching the door through my iron sights.
“Locked.” He called back. I nodded and ducked behind the car once more before moving to it’s rear, peaking around it to look down the South side of the house. Two men were advancing, and I quickly leveled my weapon on the closest. A series of shots rang out and the man crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from two holes in his chest. His friend dove behind a short cement wall and returned fire, rounds impacting the car. I squeezed off a few more rounds, and they collided uselessly against the thick rock wall.
“Behind the wall. Right side!” I called out after ducking back behind the wall. More reports. Metal crunched as more rounds ripped into the car. I stood back up just time to catch him rounding the corner of the far side of the house. I motioned for Pete and he joined me behind the car.
“Keep this side of the house covered, and keep an eye on those windows.” I whispered before making my way back to Doug, tapping him on the shoulder and ushering him North along the side of the house. We peeked around the side of the house, 9 or 10 cars were parked along the North wall, 3 rows of them. I stepped forward, glancing behind the first row, then the second, then third. All clear. I motioned to Doug and he rounded the corner, sticking close to the wall. He came to another door and tested it. Again, it was locked. We continued East, and peeked along the North side of the house. The tango from earlier was firing down the South side of the house, onto Pete’s position. I made my way quickly to a short brick wall along the front of the house.
“Get ‘im.” I called to Doug. The man spun around quickly, leveling his gun on my position just in time to take a series of rounds to his arms and torso. Doug sprinted quickly to me, ducking behind the wall just in time to avoid taking some hits. Our short skirmish attracted some attention. Two men ducked through a window and stepped onto the roof of the first floor porch, each barking lead. Shot after shot impacted the bricks behind us, the impact of the rounds jarring our backs even through almost a foot of rock.
Finally, the sound of a hammer striking uselessly against an empty receiver. Doug popped up and fired two rounds, both finding their mark, and the tango fell to the roof. The other’s face twisted in terror and he dropped his gun, raising his hands in surrender. (This really happened. To be fair, the guy had never played before)
I ushered Doug on, and we moved up the front walk, ducking on either side of the porch.
“Up the stairs… careful as you go.” I directed. He nodded and made his way quickly up the stairs with me on his heels. Suddenly, windows on either side of the main entrance smashed and hot lead came pouring through each.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Doug cursed before being caught in the hail of bullets, his body jerking with the force of the rounds before he fell. With his body no longer shielding me, the torrent of rounds ripped me to pieces. I fell, gasping and coughing as blood filled my throat and a thought floated through my mind.
“Good lord, the frat boys beat us.”
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Good times.
One of the local Greek houses were rushing yesterday. They chose airsoft.
They actually let us play inside their chapter house! Sure, it may have been a bad idea, but it was way fun.
I brought along four friends in full equipment. There were about 15 of them, some rushers and a few true Greeks, using mostly spring pistols and some cheap Wally-world weapons. We Played three games, 2 with mixed teams and the final was the frat guys and the rushers versus the five of us, which is the story that I described above.
They've got a few new holes in their siding, but all windows were intact. (Contrary to my story above. The busting glass was for dramatic effect. The windows were just opened.)
Anywho, that's my first story. Enjoy or don't. Comment or don't. Constructive critiques are always welcome.
There were five of us. Doug, Rich, Pete, Drew, and myself, the Captain. As the clock ticked closer to party time I went over the plan once more with my team, more to fill the final few seconds of waiting than anything. Finally, it was time.
The order to engage came over the radio and, wordlessly, I ordered my team to move. Myself and two others made our way quickly down the flight of stairs before us. The other two remained on the third floor, one overlooking the stairs, and the other a window overlooking the adjacent road.
At the bottom of that flight, Drew stepped to the right and ducked into a closet overlooking the next flight of stairs. Doug and I turned left down a hallway. Muffled shots barked out and a call came over the radio.
“We got some… West side. At least 2.”
I tapped Doug on the shoulder and pointed him down the hallway before ducking into a library on the left side of the hallway. After taking a quick glance out of the Southern window, I stepped over to the Western. Three men took cover behind a car, sitting up here and there to fire a few rounds before being scared back into hiding. I clicked the fire control switch once, and I could feel my G36C begging, aching to fire.
Their attention held by Rich, I took my time aiming, watching one man hit his mag release and fumble for a full one. I leveled my weapon on one of his buddies and squeezed the trigger once, a sharp recoil accompanying a short, deadly report, and watched the man slump to the ground. Quickly, I lined up the next shot, seeing my enemy’s eyes widen through my iron sights as he caught sight of me, squeezing the trigger once more. The shot caught him just above his left eye, and he fell lifelessly atop his buddy.
The third man had already turned to me, a frantic shot embedding itself into the wall to my far left. I ducked beneath windowsill, and changed my magazine, before sitting back up just in time to see the man’s neck explode in a fine crimson mist. A look of confusion and horror graced his features as he grasped his neck, stumbling for a moment before falling onto the car before him.
“West side clear.”
I made my way out of the library and then further down the hallway. I turned right , then left to the fire escape where Doug was crouched. The fire escape spanned all three floors. Pete sat at the top, Doug and myself overlooked the second floor entrance. I ordered those two to keep me covered, then I advanced through the door. I could hear gunfire on the other side of the house, but this side was quiet. I made my way down the steps, keeping an eye on the library window above me and the door in front of me, making my way to the cover of the car, three bodies reddening the snow there.
“It‘s clear, Pete! Get down here. Doug! Keep his ass covered.”
Pete nodded and stood, glancing to the right side of the fire escape before making his way down the steps, crouching by the Southwest corner of the house. I motioned to Doug to do the same, and he quickly did so, crouching behind Pete and watching the door.
“Open it.” I commanded, watching the door through my iron sights.
“Locked.” He called back. I nodded and ducked behind the car once more before moving to it’s rear, peaking around it to look down the South side of the house. Two men were advancing, and I quickly leveled my weapon on the closest. A series of shots rang out and the man crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from two holes in his chest. His friend dove behind a short cement wall and returned fire, rounds impacting the car. I squeezed off a few more rounds, and they collided uselessly against the thick rock wall.
“Behind the wall. Right side!” I called out after ducking back behind the wall. More reports. Metal crunched as more rounds ripped into the car. I stood back up just time to catch him rounding the corner of the far side of the house. I motioned for Pete and he joined me behind the car.
“Keep this side of the house covered, and keep an eye on those windows.” I whispered before making my way back to Doug, tapping him on the shoulder and ushering him North along the side of the house. We peeked around the side of the house, 9 or 10 cars were parked along the North wall, 3 rows of them. I stepped forward, glancing behind the first row, then the second, then third. All clear. I motioned to Doug and he rounded the corner, sticking close to the wall. He came to another door and tested it. Again, it was locked. We continued East, and peeked along the North side of the house. The tango from earlier was firing down the South side of the house, onto Pete’s position. I made my way quickly to a short brick wall along the front of the house.
“Get ‘im.” I called to Doug. The man spun around quickly, leveling his gun on my position just in time to take a series of rounds to his arms and torso. Doug sprinted quickly to me, ducking behind the wall just in time to avoid taking some hits. Our short skirmish attracted some attention. Two men ducked through a window and stepped onto the roof of the first floor porch, each barking lead. Shot after shot impacted the bricks behind us, the impact of the rounds jarring our backs even through almost a foot of rock.
Finally, the sound of a hammer striking uselessly against an empty receiver. Doug popped up and fired two rounds, both finding their mark, and the tango fell to the roof. The other’s face twisted in terror and he dropped his gun, raising his hands in surrender. (This really happened. To be fair, the guy had never played before)
I ushered Doug on, and we moved up the front walk, ducking on either side of the porch.
“Up the stairs… careful as you go.” I directed. He nodded and made his way quickly up the stairs with me on his heels. Suddenly, windows on either side of the main entrance smashed and hot lead came pouring through each.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Doug cursed before being caught in the hail of bullets, his body jerking with the force of the rounds before he fell. With his body no longer shielding me, the torrent of rounds ripped me to pieces. I fell, gasping and coughing as blood filled my throat and a thought floated through my mind.
“Good lord, the frat boys beat us.”
------------------------------------------------------------
Good times.
One of the local Greek houses were rushing yesterday. They chose airsoft.
They actually let us play inside their chapter house! Sure, it may have been a bad idea, but it was way fun.
I brought along four friends in full equipment. There were about 15 of them, some rushers and a few true Greeks, using mostly spring pistols and some cheap Wally-world weapons. We Played three games, 2 with mixed teams and the final was the frat guys and the rushers versus the five of us, which is the story that I described above.
They've got a few new holes in their siding, but all windows were intact. (Contrary to my story above. The busting glass was for dramatic effect. The windows were just opened.)
Anywho, that's my first story. Enjoy or don't. Comment or don't. Constructive critiques are always welcome.
