In the Line of Fire

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As I dart down the corridor, I hear boots and shouts in the near distance, and coming fast. We’ve covered maybe 10 yards since encountering the two mercs. I listen in as the Sarge updates Zero with our status. I think hard, not wanting to get in a firefight in this corridor, not much in the way of cover. There is a stairwell up ahead, it doesn’t reach all the way down to the boat deck like the one further along, it only connects three decks, this one, and the two below, but it will get us closer and get us out of the corridor. Feeling some sweat break out on my brow, darting my head back to check on the Sarge, and he’s right behind me. I turn to the side, throw open the door, step over the threshold to begin diving down the stairs.

03:01 Squad_Leader_Franco_Portini: Suddenly, relaxing in my quarters with Max, I hear a gunshot. WHAT THE FUCK??? I dart up, strap on my pistol and my belt, don’t bother with my shirt, and run out into the corridor, with Max right behind me. I run down the corridor, Max right behind me, also shirtless, but he stopped to strap his pistol and belt on. He’s not only a sweet fuck, he’s also a decent soldier. Getting into Derek’s corps is not easy. I round the corner, pistol held high, just in time to see two men running hell bent for leather down the midships stairwell. I pull out my comm from my belt, and call Usov, “Usov! We need men to cover the bottom of the midships stairwell! Gunshots heard. Chasing two men, one blond and one brunette, wearing ship crew uniforms.”

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I’m working on paperwork, when suddenly Franco contacts me. I listen to him, then snap an order to Marco, the squad leader covering that deck. “Marco, to the middle exit of the midships stairwell, NOW. Two men headed your way.” I start running, thinking furiously where they might be headed, and what they are up to.

02:34 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: When Usov says jump, I jump. I don’t ask questions, but turn, and make tracks for the exit of the midships stairwell. I snap an order at the trooper, Will, on duty with me. I keep myself in tip top shape, and cover the short distance, only about five yards, down the corridor with some serious speed. Will struggles to keep up with me, I have my pistol out and blast my shoulder into the door at the middle exit of the stairwell.

03:01 Squad_Leader_Franco_Portini: I pour on the speed, my bare, muscled chest starting to gleam with sweat, Max right behind me. I slam open the door to the stairwell the two men ran through.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Even as we enter the stairwell I can hear boots pounding the deck behind us… we clear the first flight, turn onto the next one…

01:23 Mat_Rock: And I hear the door we just came through slam open above us. I turn to cover up the staircase, moving back to the landing and blind firing two rounds up.

01:23 Mat_Rock: That's when I hear the door below us slam open. GREAT. Trusting Sam to cover us, I keep my attention up…

03:01 Squad_Leader_Franco_Portini: I scream into my comm, “Entering!” As soon as I barrel through the door, leading with my pistol, I hear two quick gunshots, and I feel like a mule kicked me in my fucking shoulder, knocking me backwards on my ass.

03:01 Squad_Leader_Franco_Portini: Ahh FUCK!!! I land right on the threshold, then the pain hits me, and I let out a bellow of agony, blood running down my arm and chest, shoulder ruined. I feel Max grab my good shoulder and yank me out of the doorway. "MEDIC!” he screams into the comm as he barrels into the stairwell.

03:02 Max_Kurntz: I heard the shot as Franco breached the door, saw him go down… as I pulled him clear I could already see the intruder had blind fired, and as his gun dipped back into cover I knew his next act would be to try to take an aimed shot, counting on his blind fire to have made us take cover.

03:02 Max_Kurntz: Using my pull on Franco, even as I called for a medic, I leaped the full flight of stairs, smashing into the little fucker as he cleared the corner.

02:34 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: I scream into my comm, “Entering!” just as I enter the stairwell, but immediately two rounds blast through the doorway, missing me by a centimeter. Will fires past me, I see the blonde intruder back up into cover at the landing, hear a scuffle… Will and I make it into cover at the bottom of the staircase just as the bastard looses three more rounds down at us.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I hear the door slam open, Mat turning to fire up the stairs. He gets off two shots… just as my brain is prioritizing between aiding him with covering the other direction,the door starts to open. I raise my Browning and fire two rounds through the door, but the merc kept himself off-center…

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: A bullet slams into the wall next to my head. FUCK!! I'm forced to backstep out of the line of fire… there's a second merc behind the first! At around the same time I hear a crash of bodies and grunts above me… both mercs below clear the door but I'm able to pin them at the foot of the stairs with three more rounds… and then door clangs shut. I realize instantly, the door didn’t just clang shut up here, but down below as well. FUCK. Remote lock!! Two of us and three of them, locked into brutally close quarters...

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Monitoring comms, when both squad leaders give me the signal, I shout an order to the security officer over the comms, “Lockdown the midships stairwell!” He activates a control, and all the doors slam shut, trapping the two intruders. My own men are in with them, but they could handle themselves, and besides their security badges could open the doors.

01:23 Mat_Rock: "HFFFF!" I don't even get a millisecond to aim; the big man I saw getting ravaged in the corridor minutes ago SLAMS bodily into me and we CRASH against the bulkhead on the landing… my sidearm skitters across the deck… we're so pressed up, I shove against his big body with my right forearm, making enough space to SLAM a left hook into his ribs…

02:34 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: I'm closer to the foot of the stairs, Will behind me. If I step out, I'm going down, all the sightline advantage belongs to that fucker up the stairs… I risk sticking my hand out and blind firing four rounds. Will taps my shoulder… with so many rounds having gone off in this enclosed space, everyone's ears are gonna be ringing… I risk a glance back at him, and see him holding a flashbang, his face a clear question.

03:02 Max_Kurntz: This brown haired dude might not be big, but FUCK can he pack a punch, his fist slams into my right hand ribs, sending a blast of pain through my body. I try to use my weight to my advantage, I reach up with my right hand, seeking to grab his left shoulder, and with my left I look to seize his meaty forearm as it’s jabbed into my body. My shirtless body is gleaming under the harsh light, my muscles steel hard as I shove back and to the side with my heavier weight, literally trying to slide this short assed fucker across the wall, so I can throw his ass down the stairs and finish him.

02:34 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: A flashbang might just be the ticket we need to break up this stalemate. I nod, Will sends it flying around the corner and up, towards where the blond one is at.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, something comes hurtling up from the position of the two mercs below! FUCK. I shout, “INCOMING”, then duck low, squeezing my eyes shut, and covering my ears with the heel of my hand. If it’s a frag, then it won’t help, if it’s a flashbang, at least I’ll still have my eyes, and maybe some of my hearing. It’s a flashbang all right, detonates against the bulkhead a few feet away from me. I can see purple through my eyelids, and my ears are fucking ringing like a church bell. But this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced a flashbang, and I don’t freeze or panic. I act.

01:23 Mat_Rock: This guy is big, strong, has good base, and can take a punch… he's muscling me towards the stairs… that's when I hear Sam cry out, the clatter of metal landing on metal. FUCK.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Throwing a frag in this enclosed space would be suicide, so… I drive against the big guy, pinning my right ear against his muscled chest like I'm doing a takedown, then pivoting with his pushback, spinning us…

01:23 Mat_Rock: The noise is deafening, but Big Man's body is between me and the flashbang, so my sight is spared. I shove back away from him, slamming a knee into his balls as I do.

03:04 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: The bang pops… Will and I were covered but my ears are still ringing, and through that ringing I can hear a cry of pain… as one we step out, ready to put these intruders down!

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As soon as I open my eyes I can see the two guards rushing my position. I may not have been as incapacitated as they had planned, but I had lost a precious few seconds. I step out, staying low, and fire off a round catching one of them in the knee. The other one is nearly on me, when something big and heavy slams into me from behind. I drop my Browning to save my balance as I’m knocked forward onto my hands and knees. What the fuck?? I drop low, hearing a bang as a bullet bounces off the landing right next to me. Whoever smashed into me from behind rolls right over me, into the guard who had tried to paint the stairs with my brains..

03:02 Max_Kurntz: How the hell?? This short, over-muscled brown haired fuck somehow manages to spin us around so my back is towards the stairs.. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.. He shoves me back, then suddenly my vision is filled with white hot light and thunder is going off in my ears, what the fuck?? Dazed, blinded, deafened. Then, something heavy smashes into my balls. I wanna puke, as I’m knocked backwards, nothing under my foot, tumbling down the stairs, dazed and stunned, smashing into something hard and muscled, then lying there spots dancing in front of my eyes, ears ringing. Fuck.. I think something is broken.

03:04 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: Before I finish bearing on my target the bastard takes a shot, Will screams beside me and drops, bumping me and knocking my shot wide… the intruder drops and then someone gets SHOVED over him from above… is that Max?!

03:04 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: I get slammed by 200 pounds of muscle and Will, Max, and I tumble down the stairs in a tangle… fuck, I dropped my sidearm!

01:23 Mat_Rock: I feel the big man tumble as I'm opening my eyes, hear the shot wing off the wall… I take in the tableau before me… Sam, hands and knees at the edge of the landing, and three big mercs below. I've no idea where my pistol is.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Reaching into my false bottom pocket to draw my combat knife, I leap the flight of stairs and land on the pile of men below, already planning my kill strokes.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look around for my Browning, but it must have gotten knocked through one of the gaps to fall down the stairwell. Fuck. I reach down and grab my knife, springing up to my feet. I see Mat come flying down the stairs, taking a short cut, right towards the tangled pile of muscled mercs. I nearly wince when he lands, his knife in hand. That’s gonna hurt. I’m probably not needed, but I sail down the stairs ready if I am.

03:04 Squad_Leader_Marco_Suarez: I scream as I crush Will beneath me, he’s screaming cause his knee is blown out. I’m screaming cause I’ve got 200lbs of Max on top of me. Desperate, I reach under and try to shove him off me with my right hand, reaching for my knife with my left. These two intruders are no fucking joke. Then, a huge weight smashes down on top of me, knocking the wind out of me as I desperately try to focus, got to get my knife.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I smash land on the men, coming down on my shins… they're all right there, one of them, looking determined, trying to dig under the mess of bodies and draw. I strike.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Jugular, jugular, femoral, and just that fast, they're fading and I'm covered in blood. "Sam, you good?"

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I reach the pile of bodies, the blood starting to drip down the stairs. “Yeah, I’m good. Nice work, Mat.” I spare a moment to give the Sarge’s muscled shoulder a quick squeeze. Then, I spend another moment studying the door, and notice the badge reader. My eyes dart to the waistlines of the men bleeding out in a pile. I reach down and grab a badge hanging from a belt, slicing it free of it’s lanyard attached to his belt with my knife.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I dart down the last flight of stairs towards the door. I can hear faint noises coming from this deck. No time to find our sidearms. I look at Mat as I slam the badge against the badge reader. There is a click, the door opens. I open the door, knife in my right hand, darting a quick look right and left to check that the coast is clear, then dart out into the hall.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I stand up off the bodies, dripping blood… looking down at the man we'd seen making out in the corridor earlier, my mind flashes back to that moment. Sorry, bro.

01:23 Mat_Rock: As Sam opens the door and steps through, I jam my knife blade behind thy sensor mechanism inside the stairwell and pry, ripping it off the wall and loose of its wires… it'll either default to locked or open, I'm hoping locked. As the door closes behind me, I hear the door above us open, hear a pained voice cry "Max!" Sam takes point as we move down the corridor… a couple dozen yards ahead is a junction… take a right there, and we'll be within spitting distance of a ladder down to the boat launch.

01:23 Mat_Rock: We make the junction without incident, but as we turn the corner, two mercs are on top of us… FUCK, I must still be suffering from the flashbang, I didn't hear them at all…

03:05 Antonio_Perelli: Nothing ever happens on this cargo run. Nothing. When I got assigned to Usov's unit I thought I'd be in for some action! Nope… just day after day of monotony…

03:05 Antonio_Perelli: But then suddenly we got an intruder alarm… AWESOME. Finally, a chance to use my skills… sounds like these fuckers are no joke, so Arpad me are on high alert, moving towards their last reported position on Deck 4… that's when I hear footsteps coming down the hall… gotcha now, fuckers! As the two guys come around the corner, Arpad and I draw on them point blank. "ON THE DECK, NOW!"

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Keeping my ears tuned as I make my way down the corridor, but I’m still hearing this fucking ringing in my ears. I hate flashbangs. As well as that cry, “Max!” A cry filled with loss. Can’t think about it now, but the sound of it is gonna be in my dreams. I re-focus on the here and now, then as we turn the corner, two mercs are there, guns drawn and pointing right at us. FUCK.

03:05 Arpad_Adami: Following right beside Antonio, glancing over at him. Eager. Always eager. I’ve been in enough fights to know that the best fight is the one you avoid. But, when you can’t avoid a fight, then you fight without quarter or mercy. I hear footsteps, and draw my sidearm at the same time as Antonio. They are right in our fucking faces. As he shouts at them to get on the deck, I think how stupid that is. He should just have shot them. This hard, handsome, brown haired short muscled man is right in front of me, and I don’t hesitate, bringing my pistol to bear, in my left hand, slightly repositioning to fire right in his centre mass.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I don’t like having a gun drawn on me. Luckily, they are practically in our face, and even before he finishes shouting, my left hand darts out lighting fast, slamming into the side of his right hand, knocking his arm against his mate’s left hand, causing both shots to go wild. My right hand, with my knife, stabs forward, driving towards his abs.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I can see it, in his eyes, that moment the older, Greek-looking muscledaddy merc decides to end me, even as his partner wastes vital seconds demanding our surrender. I'll never know if I could've evaded, or disarmed him… I think so, but there was so little time… but, the reason I'll never know is that Sam was already reacting, and his disarm deflects the shot. It wings off the metal bulkhead right next to my head… the big man is fast, gripping my knife wrist even as I control his gun hand… I'm fucking strong, but so is this grizzled bastard and he's bigger.

03:05 Antonio_Perelli: "I SAID-" OHGODOHFUCK! "AAHHHHH!" HE FUCKING STABBED ME!! I've already dropped my gun, hands instinctively coming to pointlessly grip the wrist holding the knife already buried in my guts… OHGODITHURTSSOMUCH!!

03:05 Arpad_Adami: FUCKK... That blond bastard is fast, knocking Antonio’s gun into mine, causing my shot to go wide. I grab the brown haired man’s knife wrist, as Antonio screams beside me, skewered by the blond man’s knife. Stupid Antonio! Not going to suffer the same fate! The short little man is strong as an ox, grappling with my gun hand. I grunt, his grip is like steel. I surge forward, swinging my left foot around to trip up his right ankle, looking to barrel him down to the ground, smash him beneath my heavier weight. I hope to fuck we get some reinforcements soon.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My blade sinks deep into the man’s guts. He’s in good shape, and I can feel how thick his muscle is as I push the knife home, but for all his muscle, he’s inexperienced. I try to draw my blade out, but it catches on one of his ribs. SHIT. He screams, and I turn quickly, just in time to catch the huge hairy, muscled Greek man surge forward, trying to bowl Mat over. I charge forward, lower my shoulder, looking to tackle that big Greek fucker in the ribs.

01:23 Mat_Rock: The big dude tries to trip me up, I backstep to prevent losing my balance, desperately working to keep control of that gun hand. Suddenly he's slammed against the bulkhead, as Sam tackles him… the impact knocks the pistol from his grip, and suddenly I have both hands free to get control of my knife back, slamming it up into his throat. I can hear boots pounding up the corridor, we've only got seconds to get to that ladder.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I run down the stairs, I check in on the intruders' progress. They are headed to the aft end of the ship and travelling down. What could they want in that part of the ship? What is there… of course… the speed boats!! I change direction, my heavy boots pounding the deck, shoving aside startled crew members as I make for the boat launch.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I watch as Mat drives his knife into the big Greek’s neck. Professional and clean, just like everything he does. Then, I turn, shouting, “I’ll cover you Mat! Go first!” I snatch up one of the dropped pistols from the guard, the clip only has about five bullets left, but it should be enough to lay down some covering fire and give us the time we need. I fire off a round, a warning shot as the boots suddenly come to a halt and men shout. “Go!” I gesture to Mat, “I’m right behind you Sarge!” One of the braver men blind fires around the corner, the bullet pinging off the wall next to me.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I spend a heartbeat looking for the other dropped sidearm, but it must've landed under one of these big men, no time to dig it out. I step past Sam towards the ladder tapping his shoulder to let him know the corridor is clear behind him and he's good to follow me.

01:23 Mat_Rock: This ladder is the only way to this boat launch… they're not meant for cargo, they're meant for personnel and evacuation. If we could keep these guys off us… I pull the C4 block from my pocket, jam the detonator in, then pull off my blood soaked shirt and wrap the C4 and shove it into the corner where the bulkhead meets the deck… normally, I'd use the adhesive strip, but I don't want these mercs seeing the charge and separating the detonator before we're clear. And, it feels good not to have that crusty, blood soaked fabric inhibiting my movement. I place my feet at the outside of the ladder uprights, sliding down, my bare upper body flexing as my hands pump down the rungs controlling my descent. "MASON, COME ON!" I hit the bottom, now it's just a short corridor with no hatches straight to the launch compartment. "Zero, this is Alpha 1, we're at the boat launch!"

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I empty the other four rounds left in the clip of my purloined pistol, keeping the oncoming troops back. I’m wondering what I’m going to do to hold them back now, when Sarge calls out. I don’t hesitate, dropping down the ladder, muscles pumping smoothly as I practically fly down that ladder, catching sight of Matt’s bloody shirt jammed in the corner. I don’t stop to consider what it means, but I can guess. I sprint down the corridor after Mat, appreciating the thick slabs of muscle on his bare back. What a fucking grade-A stud! Suddenly, there are shouts of pursuit, then, WHOOOMPH, I’m rocked forward by a shockwave. C4. I stumble as the pressure wave blasts down the corridor. I look back, and see a huge chunk of debris fall down, clogging the ladder way. Well, no more pursuit. We did it! We made it! They can’t catch us now.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I’m plastered against the wall holding my glock as the sounds of shouts and gunfire come closer. Suddenly, I hear footsteps pounding along the corridor leading from the access ladder. I tense, my powerful, battle-forged muscle preparing for combat. I point my glock down low, at leg level. My intention is to sink a bullet into the leg of the first intruder to pass through the portal. Then, use him as collateral to ensure the second intruder surrenders. I hear the footsteps of the first intruder approach, nearly at the portal, then suddenly, the wall I’m leaning against rocks violently, and I hear and feel the shock of a pressure wave from an explosive. I’m knocked off my balance, stumbling, dropping my glock as I stagger to stay on my feet. What the fuck?? Frag grenade? No, too powerful. C4. My eyes narrow. I was making some very good guesses as to who these intruders were representing. I turn, in a battle stance, no time to grab my dropped weapon, towards the portal.

01:23 Mat_Rock: As soon as I hear Sam behind me and we're far enough down the short corridor it wouldn't be suicide, I trigger the C4. A rush of heat and pressure, and the corridor collapses behind us. But did I hear a noise ahead? The clank of metal on metal?

01:23 Mat_Rock: We cross through the hatch at the end of the corridor and my eyes take in what I knew we'd find from having studied the ship schematics: the compartment is open on one side, the speedboat hanging by chains from a gantry above us, waiting to be extended out over the water and lowered down. There's a railed ramp ahead leading down to the boat, and a wide walkway running along the bulkhead off to my left, leading to the gantry controls.

01:23 Mat_Rock: The schematics had not included the huge motherfucker standing between us and the launch controls… the merc commander, the one who'd given the briefing. The guy was about 6', grizzled, and packed with muscle, as big as Sam and I put together… he had to be near 300lbs.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Nothing about his expression or bearing said he planned to step aside from those controls so I wasted no time, closing the distance quickly, trying to strike with my combat knife into his ribs with all the considerable speed my muscles could muster.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The controls behind me, my hard bearded face breaks into a savage grin as I catch sight of the first intruder bursting out of the hatchway, shirtless, thickly muscled, handsome, hard, determined. I take note of his stance, the professional way he holds his knife, I peg him as military right away. Likely American. I’m guessing he’s about 160, 170, a short little fireplug of a fucker.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: He’s fast, and well trained, and brave. He drives that combat knife right towards my ribs. This all comes down to speed, reflexes, and training. My hard, powerful muscle explodes into violence, taking a side on stance, leading with my left, striking like a viper. Driving the blade of my left hand into the muscled fucker’s right forearm, looking to numb his arm and get him to drop that blade before it sinks into my ribs. At the same time, I blast my steel-toed combat boot forward in a savage front kick aimed at the shirtless muscled intruder’s tight abs, anticipating my blow to his right arm to create an opening in his defence to drive my boot through.

01:23 Mat_Rock: FUCK ME. This huge fucker is FAST… his knife hand strike is like getting hit by some piece of machinery, my whole forearm goes numb and my knife goes flying, clattering to the bottom of the compartment… I don't even have time to react before I get NAILED with a brutal kick to the abs!

01:23 Mat_Rock: "HHRRNG!" My wind is forced out, diaphragm spasming, JESUS it feels like someone took a battering ram to my abs! I get knocked back, the thick muscle of my back slamming against the railing behind me… I want to call out to Sam, warn him how dangerous this guy is, but my lungs won't work… PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MARINE, GODDAMMIT!

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Mat springs out into the boat launch compartment. I’m still a couple of seconds behind him. I’m nearly out the hatchway when I hear a clang of metal, and an impact that sounds like flesh and muscle hitting something very hard. What the fuck? I spring out of the hatchway and take in the sight, this massive, hugely muscled, bearded man, wearing an officer’s uniform, with a Slavic cast to his features looms over Mat, who is partially slumped against the railing. Fuck! That dude is the size of the two of us!

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Instantly, instinctively, I spring to the attack, burning with the need to drive this beast back and give Mat a chance to recover. He needs to go down, fast and hard. I cock my right fist in a flash, my right arm bulging with power and rippling with deadly force, driving it directly towards this bastard's neck, aiming for the carotid to drop him like a poleaxed ox. I have the advantage, coming at him from the side as he’s facing Mat.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I fuck that short brown haired intruder up quite nicely when I drive my heavy boot into his guts. He’s stunned, and I need to put him down before his mate enters the fray. I move in for the attack, when I catch a flash of muscle and movement off to my right. I don’t think, I react. I lean back like a whip, that fist rocketing right in front of my neck. My left hand darts up, grabs that wrist, my right slams up under the second intruder’s armpit, then I use his momentum against him, with a heave, I throw the fucking bastard right over the railing, his shirt catches on my grip, and rips right down the seam. Then I turn my attention back towards the brown haired one.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I’ve never seen anyone so big move so fast, he seems to melt out of the path of my fist, and seizing my arm and armpit, hurls me over the railing. Everything spins, then suddenly, I land in the bottom of the boat with a loud CRUNCHHHH, it starts swinging from the chains that hold it up. Everything hurts, the wind is knocked out of me, I’m dazed, I feel something wet on the back of my head, and my shirt is hanging in rags off my body. I’m struggling to get up, no time to lay here while that brute is up there laying into Mat.

01:23 Mat_Rock: As I'm forcing a ragged breath into my lungs and pulling myself off the rail, the beast is tossing Sam… I DEMAND of my aching body to move, even as Sam is leaving his grip I reach the fucker, unloading a left middle roundhouse kick straight to his liver with all the power I can muster, striking while he's extended, unable to block. I hear my partner slam into the boat below as I draw that leg back and throw a three punch combo, slamming hooks to his body, BAM BAM BAM!

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Just as I turn back to face the shorter one, his heavy boot is waiting for me, slamming hard into my liver. I grunt with a wheeze of savage pain, staggered backwards. It was a heavy blow, not easily shrugged off, setting off a pulsing, sickening pain in my core... pain is to be endured, however. I reform my guard as the short tough muscled one drives into me with a series of hooks for my body. I drop my arms low, pinning them hard to my side, eating the first shot and the second shot right in the crook of my thick bicep and elbow. He might be small, but he hits like a heavyweight.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My eyes flash, and I savor the contest. I felt the rhythm of the combo, and decide to eat the last body shot in order to attack him before his guard is reformed. I blast my right fist with a heavy surge of muscle, throwing in a sharp, savage lighting fast hook towards his jaw. His last hook slams into the right side of my body, a shockwave of pain rippling across my thick, muscled lats. But now I surge forward, following up that hook with a rapid fire blast of knee lifts, first my left knee, angling up and in towards his ribs, then my right knee, likewise blasting up and in, towards those ribs.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I force myself up, berating myself for letting that big fucker catch me off guard. I grab the side of the boat, and heave, feeling dizzy, but there’s not time to be dizzy. There’s some blood on the floor of the boat where my head slammed into it, but there’s not time for that either. I tap into my steel hard will, and my body moves, whether it wants to or not. I see and hear the sound of heavy blows being exchanged as I start to move, hauling myself up the short ramp leading back to the action.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I'm trying to keep the pressure on this big merc but he's taking my shots in stride even after being rocked by that liver shot, how tough is this bast-

01:23 Mat_Rock: My bell is rung hard, pain erupts from my jaw, stunning pain, I taste blood… then my guts are slammed again with knees, can't breathe… I'm out of it, but adrenaline and survival instinct flood me, this brute is gonna kill me…

01:23 Mat_Rock: Vision still blurred, I can feel him right there in front of me, and I throw the hardest uppercut I can, right where I know his balls have to be!

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I connect with the hook to the bare-chested intruder’s jaw with a satisfying crunch, then light up his ribs with my knees. I’m lining up for a strike right to the bastard’s adam’s apple when the tough assed short dude uppercuts me right in my goddamn nuts. I let out a low bellow like a wounded bull, staggering back. Fighting against my natural instinct to double up in pain. Focusing all my resources on keeping my guard high and tight as waves of gut-wrenching nausea wash over my core. Not the first time I’ve taken a nut shot, but that was one of the hardest I’ve felt. My eyes narrow, that little dude is one tough-assed bastard. Special forces, undoubtedly.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I stagger up the walkway, pulling off the ripped remains of my shirt, my hard muscled chest coated in sweat, reaching Mat’s side, in time to see that glorious nut shot drive the big man back. “C’mon Mat, we got this now, he can’t handle two of us.” I can see the blood dripping out of Mat’s mouth and the slightly dazed look on his face. Remembering how easily the big Slavic looking dude threw me over the railing, I realized he was not your average guard.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Still reeling, but now Sam is here and we have to keep the pressure on! I drive forward, cutting the angle to the big man's right and going high, pounding straights and hooks at his high ribs and jaw, not even bothering with kicks, barely bothering with my own guard, trying to create an opening for Sam to strike!

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The sarge charges forward, and it’s clear he’s trying to create an opening for me. Swinging like a mad man at the huge mercenary. I wait just a split second then go low, if we can get this big bastard down on his back, we can neutralize his size advantage. I slice low on my leading left leg, throwing every ounce of power I have into my forward surge, driving my shoulder into the beast’s lower abs, my arms attempting to wrap around those massive tree trunk thighs, going for a double leg takedown. Gotta take this bastard down!

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The other one, blond, slightly taller, maybe a smidge heavier moves in beside the brown haired fucker. He is shirtless now, and he’s got the body of a greek god, he looks every bit as competent as the first one. Well now. This was going to be an interesting challenge.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The shorter one comes at me from my right, going for an all out attack with his formidable fists. He’s attempting to keep me off balance. Not even trying to defend. I keep my right hand high, blocking the hooks to my head, but accepting the blows to my upper ribs. The thick lat muscles vibrate as his hooks sink into my ribs, knocking some of the wind out of me. Can’t take these blows all day, but have to protect my head first and foremost. Then, the blond one shoots forward, trying to take me down.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: That’s when I bring my left elbow down, aiming the hard point like a spear between the blond intruder’s shoulder blades, stuffing his takedown attempt. His weight slams into me, but the blow takes the starch out of his drive, and my base is rock solid. Then, with savage satisfaction, I kick my boot up in a short, brutal, powerful kick, looking to return the favor, driving that boot up towards the brown haired short muscle stud’s balls.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, just as I’m about to slam into him, something hard, sharp, and powerful smashes right between my shoulder blades, knocking the wind out of me, and throwing me off balance, I slam into him uncoordinated, uncontrolled. Pain exploding savagely between my shoulder blades, dropping to one knee, C’MON SAM. I shout at myself, GET UP. GET THE FUCK UP. MAT NEEDS YOU.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Sam gets it immediately, instinctively… which is good, because the way this gorilla is just eating my punches without slowing down is fucking alarming. Hitting him feels like punching a tractor tire. If this were a fight for competition, for top, for the sheer joy of fighting, this guy is exactly the kind of uphill battle I like to throw myself against… but right now, I'd give my Jeep to have my sidearm back… and I love my Jeep.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I have just enough time to watch this monster savagely stuff Sam's takedown before my balls erupt in pain… my body wants to drop and curl up, so I let it… on my terms. I drop, right in front of him, gripping the heel of his right boot with both hands, then driving forward, my right shoulder pushing through his right shin just above his ankle… my favorite big man takedown, a super low single leg! It works because that leg can't backstep and backstepping with the other leg doesn't stop the pressure. He's going down… or at least falling back against the control console…

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: With a roar of determination, I force myself to drive forward, shaking off the blow, hook my arms around the back of this beast’s knee, and PULL. I glance over as Mat goes for a low single leg.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Arghhh… Suddenly, at the same time, both of those little shits drive into me. The blond one shakes off that elbow to his back, and the brown haired one eats a boot to his nuts. Tough little fuckers!!! The blond one catches my left knee, and pulls it forward, breaking my stance, while the other one does a fucking nasty low drive into my ankle, gripping my heel, and pull that leg right out from under me. I topple backwards, my back smashes into the front of the boat controls, as my left hand grabs the railing to try and cushion the blow. FUCK that hurt. I swing down with my right fist, trying to blast my fist into the side of the brown dude’s face.

01:23 Mat_Rock: The big fucker FINALLY goes down, but before I can take a breath I get clocked by his huge fist, seeing stars, pounded back to the deck GET THE FUCK UP MARINE, GET UP AND FIGHT!!

01:23 Mat_Rock: …we're in trouble. This guy's huge, fast, good, and we don't have enough space to properly exploit the fact that there are two of us. And that intel MUST get back to Section 21…

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I’m just starting to push up to my feet, feeling the sense that we’ve turned the tide, when somehow, that massive dude fires off a right cross that smashes into the Sarge’s face, sending him crashing to the deck.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Something clicks inside of me, and I enter another level. I was already in combat mode, but seeing that huge mercenary send Mat down takes me to an entirely new mode. All my emotions turn ice cold, the need to stop this beast, the need to protect Mat, crystallizing into an all-consuming focus. I strike, leaping up, my powerful legs exploding like coiled springs, leaping up, my left foot parkouring off the middle railing, driving towards this huge beast, my knee extended, aiming right for his solar plexus.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The shorter dude drops to the walkway as I stagger to recover my footing, when suddenly the blond haired fighter leaps up like an acrobat, bouncing off the railing, driving his knee towards me in a flash of motion. I heave, pushing up with my legs and pulling up with my left hand, starting to stand up. His knee smashes full on into my abs, knocking the wind out of me and doubling me up. AWWWFUFFFFFCKKK.. My butt smashes into the side of the control box, and I double up involuntarily, agony and pain blossoming from that brutal impact to my rock-solid core.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My knee smashes into the big beast’s rock-hard core, not his solar plexus like I was hoping, but I’ll take it. I can feel my knee actually dent those fucking concrete hard muscles, and he doubles up. YES. THAT FUCKING HURT HIM. I snap my right arm down and around his head as he doubles up, locking in a tight guillotine. I drive the blade of my forearm right into the fucking bastard’s throat. I’m going for a kill, gonna crush his adam’s apple like a twig.

01:23 Mat_Rock: As I'm dragging myself up, I feel Sam pass overhead… hear the meaty thud of one body impacting another… I get to my feet seeing Sam locking up a guillotine! Maybe we do have this fucker finally on the ropes… I step forward and smash a brutal inside leg kick into his right knee, hoping to drop the bastard!

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, as I’m doubled up from that blow to my knee, the muscled blond fucker strikes like a viper, wrapping my head up in a guillotine. I shoot my right hand up at the last second, grabbing his forearm, my thick muscle rippling with power to keep my throat from getting crushed. Then, suddenly a heavy boot smashes the inside of my right knee, and I fall forward, my leg knocked out from under me, the blond one maneuvering to drop to his back and really open me up.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: This is one of the toughest situations I’ve been in for a long time. Sweat pouring down my hard, hairy muscle as I struggle to keep my throat from being crushed, pain throbbing in the back of my knee, my gut. These fuckers are GOOD. I drop into pure beast mode, giving free reign to my battle training, not holding anything back.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I drive my left arm between the blond one’s legs, and suddenly THROW my entire body backwards, muscling up with a surge of power from my left leg, tensing my core, and ripping myself backwards. The blond fighter is thrown up over my shoulder, his head smashing with a satisfying crunch into the front steel housing of the boat controls. His entire body shudders, convulsing, and he goes limp. With a savage heave, I throw him forwards, off my shoulder, sending him hurtling directly into the brown haired dude in front of me. I start to surge forward, but am stopped as a wave of savage dizziness informs me how close that blond muscled fighter was to knocking me out.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: One moment, I’m throwing everything I have in driving my forearm up into this big bastard’s throat, with his grip on my forearm trying to stop me. He can’t hold me off for long, I’ve got the superior position, and Mat has just taken out his right knee. I’m starting to lean back to drop to the ground, giving a wide target for Mat to really fuck him up, when suddenly his hand is between my crotch, and with crazy, impossible strength I’m flying over his shoulder. My head smashes hard into something metallic, there is an explosion of blood, a savage, brutal, hammering pain, and everything goes dark.

01:23 Mat_Rock: This brute finally looks like he's on the ropes… and then he moves, still fast, still so strong… if it weren't life or death my cock would be stupid hard.

01:23 Mat_Rock: My kick takes him down but he arches like he's doing a suplex and I hear the sickening crunch of Sam's head banging the metal… despair and fresh rage bloom in my gut as I wonder if he's fucking dead, but by then his body is colliding with me… I do my best to catch him, twist, we go down in a tangle…

01:23 Mat_Rock: Not dead… immediately, I feel breath, see movement… not sure if he's unconscious or just dazed… but he's on the other side of me, closer to the boat… we have to get this intel out. I slip the USB drive and the papers folded around it into Sam's pocket, and slap him… gratifyingly, his eyes pop open. "Get to the boat, Mason, that's an order!" I snarl, turning back to face the beast.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My consciousness returns quickly, along with a savage throbbing pain on the top of my head. I blink my eyes, seeing double vision, and realize some blood is trickling into my eyes. I feel something slap my face, and my eyes widen, and I turn, everything rushing back, the fight, getting my head cracked. It was only a few seconds. C’MON CORPORAL… FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS. Yelling at myself to stay present, despite the fog in my brain. I realize that Mat has slipped something into my pocket.. The intel… but why give it to me? We are both going to get out of this. Fighting to think clearly.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Trying to focus then, I hear an order suddenly. He’s ordered me to the boat. Right, so we are going to try and make a run for it. I scramble up to my feet, staggering, making my way to the boat as ordered. Expecting Mat to follow right behind me.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I stand for a few moments, sucking in some deep lungfuls of air to clear my head. That blond fighter nearly fucking broke my windpipe, and my right knee is throbbing where the brown haired fighter kicked me savagely. The blond one, bleeding from his head, staggers up and heads to the boat, apparently under orders. His name is Mason. My eyes narrow. Mason… blond hair, the look of his face, he could easily be his brother, could he be related to James Mason? That is a man I’ve had more than a few encounters with.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Reforming my guard, leading with my left, I surge forward, hoping to catch the muscled, bare chested brown haired intruder off guard. Launching a combo, starting off with a left jab right at his jaw, before he can fully turn to face me after ordering Mason. Then unloading with heavy, hard-fisted body shots looking to fucking smash the muscled stud’s ribs and core with a rapid brutal left-right, left-right series, my biceps flexing tight enough to rip the seams of my uniformed officer’s shirt, rippling with savage power.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I barely have time to notice Sam making his way down the ramp before I'm blocking a jab that feels as heavy as a straight punch… it still rattles me, and then I'm trying to fend off brutal hammers, yelping and bawling as I'm driven back… can't let this guy get past me to the ramp, I CAN'T…

01:23 Mat_Rock: As galling as it is to admit it… I can't beat this guy. Hell, we couldn't beat this guy together, not in this cramped space where we can't coordinate. He's too fast, too strong, too good.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I'm not afraid to die, or get captured… wouldn't be the first time for the latter. But I have to hold, I HAVE TO, long enough for Sam to get outta here. And for him to get out of here… I have to get at those launch controls. As another brutal body hook slams in I crumple, bawling out in pain as a couple ribs crack… FUCK… I HAVE TO HOLD… I drive a desperate punch combo at his crotch, hooks and uppercuts pounding straight at his fucking balls!

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Trying to focus my scattered thoughts, I hear a heavy sound of fists hitting flesh, then turn and see the brute driving hard blows into Mat. All thoughts of getting to the boat dribble out of the bottom of my mind. I decide right then and there, orders or no orders, either we both come back or neither of us does. My well-trained mind focuses like a laser. How to stop the big bruiser? He’s managed to take us both on and get the better of us. We need a weapon… a weapon. THINK SAM THINK. Then, it hits me. I stumble down the ramp to the boat. The emergency kit... every boat has one... And in it there is a flare for signalling rescuers…

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My fists are driving the fucker back, his body is absorbing some savage punishment, then just after I feel a well placed blow crack some of his ribs, he bawls in pain, and flies back at me, sending those powerful short arms of his in a desperate combo of hooks and uppercuts straight for my balls. I start to twist, pivoting on my forward foot, swinging my balls out of reach, but a few glancing blows smash into my nuts, sending waves of pain sloshing through my guts.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I roar in a combination of rage and pain, I sweep my left leg forward in a tight sharp arc, looking to sweep the intruder’s right leg out from under him, and stepping forward at the same time to bowl him over, aiming to smash him to the walkway, and land on his torso, past his guard and in a full mount.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Trying to drive this huge beast back, fighting as desperately dirty as I know how, going brutally for his manhood, gotta get to those launch controls, get Sam outta here… his roar of pain one of the most satisfying sounds I've ever heard… but then…

01:23 Mat_Rock: Tripped by his short sweep, I'm so dazed and rattled, can't stay on my feet… the metal of the decking digs into my back as I go down… NO, GET UP, YOU FUCKING PUSSY… but it's too late, 300 lbs of raging muscle drops into full mount, desperately I try to bridge and shrimp…

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I hear a crash and a bang, and a sick feeling starts to clench my guts as I turn and quickly see that the huge brute has downed Mat, gotten right on top of him. NO TIME FOR THAT. Battling the fear of what that fucker is doing, I force myself to be ice calm, slicing through the fog in my battered, bleeding head like a knife. Thinking calmly, clearly, professionally. Not going to let that fucking dirtbag merc hurt Mat. I check under the rear seat, it’s hinged, and there, there is the emergency kit. I pull it out, quickly working the latch and opening it.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My heavy knees land on either side of the tough assed little commando. I’m sure that’s what he is. American. Soon though, I’ll find out everything I need to know about our visitors. I only need one though. The blond one will do. This one I will kill. Rage pulsing inside me at the mayhem these bastards have unleashed. And… I fucking hate getting hit in my balls.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: He desperately tries to bridge, but my left hand grabs the railing, with an iron hard grip, stuffing his bridge. He tries to shrimp, but my knees are wedged in between the narrow railings of the walkway. As his arms plant themselves on my hips to shrimp away, I savagely, lighting fast, and brutally hard, smash my right fist down, aimed right for his temporarily undefended jaw. My dick starts to stiffen, as it always does when I’m dishing out savagery. Aching to rape this tough fucker, but I’ll have to settle for killing him, but the blond one… he’ll be fun. I snarl, “End of the road, stupid American. After I kill you, me and your partner are going to have some very long and interesting … conversations.”

01:23 Mat_Rock: Of course, I can't shift him… I'm so tired, I hurt… YOU CAN'T JUST LAY HERE, MARINE! His fist smashes down, the world dissolves into bright lights and pain… fuck, he might've broken my jaw… I WILL NOT GO DOWN LIKE THIS… distantly, like my pain and body are someone else's, I hear him, his Russian accent sounding smug and victorious…

01:23 Mat_Rock: I'm gonna die here. I'm ok with that, I've always known I'm gonna die doing my job. But he's not getting my team, he's not getting Sam. I pull my hands off his hips, gripping into his crotch with both hands, getting handfuls of thick Russian ballsack and CRUSHING AS HARD AS I CAN!

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The fucking little American shitbag reaches out to grab my nuts AGAIN. I bellow in agony, feeling an agony knife through my vitals. My reaction is primal, savage, and immediate, as the pain blasts through my core. I dive into the very centre of the agony, into the heart of the firey pain. My nuts have been savaged several times already, and his grip is fueled with desperation. I want to puke… Instead, I draw deep on my iron will, I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS SHORT ASSED SHITBAG TO STOP ME. Thoughts of my position… my command… and Derek flash through my mind. The men I serve with, the men that serve under me. I ride the agony, then both my hands drop down like vipers, seizing the amazingly tough and resourceful bastard’s wrists in a double grip. My fingers dig like knives into the soft underside of his wrists, and using sheer muscle alone, I rip those hands off my nuts, and pin them down beside his head.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: A cold rage is burning in my guts as I quickly slide first my right, then my left knee forward, the hard kneecap pinning his tight, thickly muscled biceps down to the walkway’s metallic surface. Every move, every action, is forced through a thick miasma of gut-wrenching pain from my brutally abused nuts, fuck this fighter knows how to make a man hurt, I’ll give him that. My left hand repositions, now that his arms are tightly locked down. My right fist raises, and I spit down into his face. I’ve already had reports of the men he and his partner have killed, fueling my fury. This is going to feel good. I’m simply going to fucking cave his goddamn face in with my fist. I smash my right fist down, directly into his undefended face, with every ounce of power and muscle I can muster.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: THERE!! The flare gun. I pull it out of the small box, quickly ensuring it is armed, then turning, dropping to one knee to make sure my aim is good. Everything still feels pretty erratic, swaying, blood keeps dripping down into my eyes. Then, I catch sight of that mother fucking brute of a bastard, he’s got the Sarge pinned down, his arms immobilized, he’s throwing heavy fists into his face. My guts twist with rage, but I only have one shot. If I miss this, then Mat could die. That’s not happening. NOT FUCKING HAPPENING. So I do this right. I take my time. I focus like a laser through the hammer pounding in my skull, through the fear for the Sarge’s life churning in my gut. They aren’t important. What is important is making this one shot count.

01:23 Mat_Rock: Pinned down… can't defend… as his huge fist crashes down, I feel rage and shame… I failed. I failed Sam, my team, my mission. Never reached the launch controls… maybe Sam found a way to launch it, but I didn't hear… as his fist hits there's a moment of pain, and then darkness.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I line up my shot, digging deep, forcing myself to remain steady despite the dizzy ringing in my ear. I WILL NOT FUCKING MISS. I fire.. The flare streaks out, and detonates with a bright light and heat that I can feel from here, directly against the huge brute’s back, just between his shoulder blades. He drops forward, right on top of Mat! I hoped that his body shielded Mat from the worst of the shockwave.

03:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I smash my fist into this fucker’s face with a savage crunch, sending a spray of blood spurting out from the impact. His body convulses and spasms in the manner of a man just knocked out from a brutal impact. I raise my fist, ready to smash his fucking face in. Then, the entire world goes white… then dark. Heat, light, pain rips through my body, and I fall into darkness, collapsing.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: It’s not meant to be a weapon, but I was counting on the concussive shockwave to knock out anyone right next to it, if not kill them. I drop the flare gun and stagger up the walkway. The huge brute is knocked out cold, the back of his shirt a smoldering ruin, some pretty nasty burns all over his thick muscled back, the smell of burnt hair and flesh rising off his body. I shove him to the side, and pull Mat out from under him. He’s in a bad way, a lot of blood on his face. I carefully lift him up, heaving him over my shoulder and make my way down the ramp to the boat,swaying unsteady from side to side, having to use the handrail like a pensioner. I probably have a concussion, but that will have to wait. We need to get away. I stow Mat safely on the bottom of the boat, and impulsively, kneel beside him, stroking his buzzed hair, and whisper in his ear, “I’ve got you bro, it’s going to be alright.”

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Urgently, wiping blood out of my eyes, I walk back up the walkway, stepping over the huge brute’s body to get to the controls. I engage the sequence to lower the boat to the waves, then rush back, swaying drunkenly to get to the boat as it starts to lower. I jump in, get in the small pilot’s seat, then as we hit the water, I start the engine, turn and gun it as fast as it will go. I’m feeling the savage, burning need to check on the Sarge, but that has to wait until we reach safety.

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I radio in, “Zero, this is Alpha 2. Exfiltration successful. Please advise for pickup. And… have a medic standing by.”

01:23 Mat_Rock: The world is a blur of light and noise, fading in and out… the pain, though, that's constant. Mostly in my face, but a bit everywhere. As the world comes back into focus, I'm aware of warm sunlight, the salt smell of ocean, the bump of the small boat against the waves… "Sam?" I croak. He must've gotten us out…

03:42 Commander_Ronald_Craig: "Alpha Team, this is Zero." I don’t let one hint of the immense relief surging through my veins to show in my voice. Calm and professional. What a shitstorm narrowly avoided. "We have your position. Stay put, the Star of Tripoli is not giving chase. The exfil helo ETA is 10 minutes."

02:34 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sigh in relief, and cut the motor, allowing the boat to drift. My head is fucking killing me, but the wound on the back of my head has clotted, no longer bleeding out. Then, I hear Mat’s voice croaking at me. I turn on a dime and drop down on one knee next to him. I pull out the first aid kit under the seat, and take out some antiseptic wipes. “Sarge, stay still. Helo is on its way, ETA 10 minutes. You took quite a pounding from that fucking merc.” I wipe the blood off of the Sarge’s face, gently. I reach and grab his hand, and give it a firm hard squeeze. “Got the intel too.” I grin, looking down at his face, fuck, what a beautiful bastard. Thinking back now, realizing how close Mat was to becoming a casualty, my guts knot in fear. What I want now… fuck. My dick goes stiff, and I shut up, just looking down at the Sarge.

01:23 Mat_Rock: I can't even see Sam, really, between looking up into a bright sky and my vision blurred from blood and pain… I think that big bastard might've cracked my orbital… he's just a blur, but his strong, clipped, posh British voice is there, I can feel his hands… I reach up and grip one, palm to palm. "That's good news." I squeeze that hand. "And, Poshie… I don't give orders much, I'm a team player, but when I give them you follow them or you're gonna end up busted back to Private or Footman or whatever the fuck you call grunts in Britain. The mission comes first." I grin, then, which makes my face hurt even more. "And… thanks for the rescue."

Published: 2021-01-22, viewed 85 times.