Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

[Ben]

((I see, well.... Let's start the roleplay!!))

[Ryan Naismith]

((Sure! I'll be the commander of my Bradley, so I can move it around and shoot it and stuff))

Lincoln was on patrol in his Bradley, bored out of his mind. There was a Humvee in front of him equipped with a TOW launcher in front of him.
"Kill." He heard over the radio.
"Uh... Say again patriot 2, did not copy."
"Kill!"
The TOW launcher began to turn towards his tank, as if to fire upon him.
"Patriot two, might I ask what you're doing?"
All he got was a laugh. The type of laugh that only someone who went completely insane could give.

[Ben]

I ride in another humvee behind the tank, we stop violently as the tank comes to a halt we all hear the short conversation over the radio I reach for the radio
"Patriot2 report" I command over the radio not knowing it was aiming at the tank in front of us
"Patriot2 report"

[Ryan Naismith]

Patriot two said noting in reply, still laughing maniacally as the TOW launcher rotated. "Shoot him!" Lincoln shouted "Court Martials be damned, we'll still be alive!"

His gunner quickly complied, not saying a word of complaint as he launched a flurry of 25mm at the lead Humvee.