Shadow Spear (Modern-day Military RP)

[Ben]

"Hooah!!! Let's do this" I pop the smoke and throw it in between our current cover and the church I then lay down and stick out of cover barely and start laying down fire on the mg nests "run hard and fast" I shout to the medic 

[NautilusWolf]

I run through the smoke and weaving through until I reach the church. Upon kicking the door down, I am met by the sniper with a knife. As quick as the ambush, I use my SOG tomahawk to counter, and chop his juggular. I pick up the SVD and take out the MG with the remaining rounds."holy... I can't believe that worked!!! Mg's down, Move up! Stars and stripes sir."

[Ben]

I hear over the radio "move up"I drop my berreta for Ray just to be safe then I jump up and run to the sand bags that protected the mg I peak over cautiously then jump in the nest and radio in " I'm in the nest come down here, there's a door down here not sure where it goes"

[Silverwind Blade]

(OOC: Okay... this has gone compeltely different to what I was imagining, and I haven't been able to keep up. Also, all these two-line posts are bugging me. So, I'm going to back out and just let you guys do whatever)

[Rayleonarde]

Ray comes in over the radio. "You got a foothold?  I'll be with you shortly, medevac came back negative, but brought some CAS.  Little baby gunruns on that ridgeline, should've given that schutze more than enough headache, Ray out."  Ray begins moving up to Ben's position, keeping the Beretta in hand.  The medic had bandaged his shoulder to staunch the bleeding, luckily nothing major was hit.  He crests the sandbags, panting. "Mein gott, this gear is heavy."  Ray sits on the other side of the bags, checking his wound and equipment.

[Silverwind Blade]

Ryan moved with his new unit as they headed up the beach, covered by other units to their flank, and the raining firepower of the air cover and ships. Despite having seen it before and trained with similar situations, the scene was still overwhelming to his senses. The battlefield was a melange of sound, movement and smells.
Nonetheless, the horse kept his instincts under control by virtue of his training, and kept his M4 pulled tight to his shoulder. A Beta-C magazine was plugged into the mag well, and he hammered out long volleys of fire to cover the others as they moved. As a machine-gun nest opened up as they advanced from cover to cover, and he triggered his M203 with a semi-musical 'phoont' as the 40mm high-explosive round sailed off into the sand-bag position with a rolling thump. The others had pressed on ahead, and were covering ground well, the air cover holding off the majority of the hostiles.

Keeping up with the unit as they moved and communicated, he didn't butt in so far, as they were doing as he'd ordered: pushing up and securing ground. As the call regarding the door came in, he replied.
"Hold position at th' door - dinna go through until we're all assembled and th' area's secured. Air's keeping 'em off our arses for now and uh, 'stemmin' their reinforcements'. We'll regroup afore we knock politely and go in. Give 'em a chance ta tidy up, like".
Skidding across the mud and sand, the horse rifle-butted a hostile in the face as he rounded the corner of a building, sending him flailing back far enough to put one into him from the rifle, before he caught up with the others, diving over the sandbags and nodding to the others.
"A'reet," he said with a cheeky grin. "Hope I didna miss all the fun. Anyway," he nodded to Ray. "Yer shoulder, howzit?" he gave a quick look over and a punctual nod. "Reckon ye ain't gonna bleed to death any time. But I don't want ya to be in danger, or hold anyone back if yeh dinna think you can carry on - and there ain't nothin' wrong wi' it neither. Th' rest of yeh - reload, an' stack up on the door. Breach and clear the complex beyond, stick in formation until we've cleared it, unless it's too big. Then we secure the door an' entrance, an' wait for reinforcements. Remember, we're lookin' fer intel. Hard-drives, papers, anythin' we can get our hands on." He tapped a pouch on his belt that held a smart-phone. "An' remember ta take pictures an' all, once the shootin's over - we dinna want anythin' missed fer the intel lads".
Dropping the empty Beta mag, he replaced it with a standard M4 magazine, pulled his shemagh up over his muzzle and adjusted his helmet, before pulling the stock of his M4 tight to his shoulder.
He nodded to Murphy, Ray and Ben. Motioning to Ben with a nod, he instructed him to stack up on the other side of the door, and to stand ready to pop a flashbang through the door before they stormed through the door.

[Rayleonarde]

Taken aback by the horse's air of authority, Ray remained where he was, slumped behind the sandbags.  Although the pulsing pain in his arm almost took his breath away, he still kept his head on a swivel, checking for any hostiles that might have flanked the troop.  He still had a few questions on his mind.  "Why didn't they have armored support," he said, having forgotten that the radio was still on, "I thought I'd feel the heavy thrum of Panzers in my teeth as soon as we hit the beach."  Ray kept a firm grip on the handgun, but he was slowly losing consciousness; the pain was getting stronger as the seconds ticked by.  He maneuvered into a more comfortable position, as he tried to keep his mind focused.  As he sat, watchings the troop move into the complex, something dawned on him.  "This was too easy," he said, as his voice got slowly weaker and weaker, "they've set a trap, I just know it."

[Ben]

Ryan charge up to the sandbags and jumpin I remembered him from the helicopter his leadership was outstanding, I see him motion me to the other side of the door I put my shoulder to the wall and top of my m4 mag i pop it back in and let it hang from my shoulder on the strap I pull a flashbang off my vest and get ready to pull the pin "open the door when your ready Ill throw the flashbang in and then you close the door again when it goes off we go in"

[Silverwind Blade]

Ryan nodded, pulling his goggles into place, and adjusting his neck scarf. Thumbing the safety off of the M4, he nodded behind him to the others stacked up in formation on the door before taking a breath and then rapidly opening the door a crack. The moment after Ben threw the flashbang, he pulled it closed. As soon as the 'thump' of detonation came, he booted the door open hard with one booted hoof and swung around the door frame, bringing the M4 up to his shoulder.
Right away, he opened fire in short bursts, aiming for the centre of mass each time. Uniformed hostiles went down, sprawling in the dusty confines of the bunker complex.
"Keep moving," called the horse. "More hostiles ahead. Keep our formation tight and-"
He was cut off as he ducked low under a burst of fire; ahead of them a small unit of four enemy soldiers armed with assault rifles rounded a corner, moving professionally and precisely, rifles tightly tucked into their shoulders.
"Take them down," called Ryan. "And move up - there must be something down here they're trying to keep us away from"

[Ben]

I see Ryan open the door slightly I pull the pin on the flash bang and toss it in the door it closes quickly and a thump goes off and a couple shouts could he heard through the door. I see Ryan hop back from the wall and kick the door in hard breaking the frame few burst of fire are heard before I pop in the door m4 to my shoulder the un uniformed hostiles dropped quickly I hear Ryan telling us to move forward. Then shots rang out from another source I quickly dive for cover and see the enemy moving very organized and fast "they seem to be enemy spec ops sir" I shout out then begin returning fire

[Rayleonarde]

After hearing the clatter of automatic fire, Ray stumbled his way to the door, the Beretta barely in his hand.  He hit the wall, and slumped against it.  He began panting, trying to call one of his nearby squad mates. "Ha...guys...I...I'm not sure how long I can stay conscious...sh-should I move up?"  Ray continued to listen to the clatter of fire.  "There's no way this isn't a trap...those weapons sound too new, too accurate.  This is a setup, I just know it."

[Silverwind Blade]

Ryan held back as he heard Ray's increasingly weak voice. As he stumbled and leant heavily against the wall, the stallion cursed blindly and fell back, covering his squadmates with a long burst of fire.
"Ben! Fall back to the door. Ray needs assistance. We can't leave 'im on his own!"
Falling back to Ray's side, Ryan let his M4 dangle by its' sling, instead drawing his P-226 and covering back toward the door, as he put one arm under Ray's side, lifting him and bodily dragging him back toward the door. Laying him down outside of the bunker and clear of the enemies' fire, he pushed the PTT button for his radio, speaking on the wider frequency.
"This is Kincaide. I have a man down and wounded, I need medical attention over here!"
"Roger, Kincaide," came the reply. "We'll get a corpsman over to you pronto. Stand fast!"
Ryan confirmed with a double-click of his mike, before tearing his own medical kit from the velcro panel on his body armour. While only minimal by comparison to the full kits of the medical corpsmen, it was still some use, as was the training he'd received in battlefield first aid.
Squatting beside his comrade, he gave a brief examination of the wound, cutting away the fatigues from around the wound, before dousing it with disinfectant powder, and a little clotting agent. A shot of painkiller, and then a tight, clean bandage dressed and prevented the wound from festering or getting any worse as he crouched in cover, scooping up his M4 again.
"Stick with us mate," he said to Ray, gently clasping his shoulder. "The medics on his way, and you'll be all together soon, lad".
Around them, the battle had died down. The initial heavy assault by the taskforces' superior firepower and numbers had pushed the enemy into running and hiding attacks, and turned the battle into a hit-and-run affair, with the other, more conventional forces pushing into the jungle-thick interior of the island and it's ramshackle complexes, and calling in air support whenever the enemy put up anything more than meagre resistance - and the pilots were only too happy to oblige.
The complex the Shadow Spear team had found looked to be one of a few more hardened redoubts, and likely the home of their intelligence and information.
A scrabble of boots and a shouted recognition phrase heralded the arrival of the medic and a duo of escorts. The Mink skidded down the lip of the dugout with a small shower of Earth, and lowered her backpack to the ground.
"Hold tight, sir," she declared to Ray. "We'll have you sorted in a jiffy".

[Rayleonarde]

Ray looked at her with mock disdain, barely conscious. "That's what....what the last guy said.  I jus...just need a little morphine...I think the bullet fractured my shoulder blade...It hurts to breathe."  He slumped over, eyes fluttering.  As the darkness of sleep enveloped his vision, he spoke one more time. "I'm...not comin' back out to the field am I...sir?"

[Silverwind Blade]

Ryan grimaced and exchanged a look with the medic, who rolled her eyes.
"Stop exaggerating, you big baby," she said back. "It's an in-and-out. I can tell from looking that it didn't hit anything vital. You've got some serious tissue damage, and the muscle and bone are bruised from the impact of the round. Plus, you know, you've been shot, which I'm lead to believe hurts a lot. You've lost a fair amount of blood. I can get you back on your feet, but you'll need some serious attention when you get back aboard ship."
The medic went to work quickly, her hands moving nimbly. Pressed into service as her assistant, Ryan took care of passing her vital supplies, and cleaning up the mess as she worked. She anaesthetized the Raccoon with a small dosage, after shaving the area around the wound of fur. Working deftly and quickly, she disinfected the deep gunshot wound, sewing the wounds up, after making sure to examine the passage the round had taken. There was no further danger of the internal injuries spreading, so the mink cleaned the area, bandaging it after administering a small amount of morphine to dull the pain.
The process in whole took a little over half an hour, and the anaesthetic began to wear off as she packed away her equipment. She passed a handful of candy bars to Ryan, and a bottle of water.
"Drink plenty of fluids," she said to Ray, clearly and slowly, shining a light in his eyes. "And make sure to eat plenty as well. Avoid too much strenuous activity - though, obviously, you'll have to be back on the field - and make sure to report to the infirmary the moment you get back aboard ship for a checkup - and minimal duty".
"You heard the lady," replied Ryan, his accent a deep burr in his voice. "Now, get your armour back on, and get on your feet. Stay to the rear of the formation, and cover our backs. We'll take care of business up front. And remind me, when we get back to ship, to find you a bloody rifle to use instead of that peashooter," he added, nodding to the M9

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sat for a second, and blinked rapidly, before shooting Ryan a thumbs up.  "Well, I certainly do feel better.  But, I'm not sure I can use a rifle.  A submachinegun, maybe.  This pistol isn't gonna cut it, especially against those men, who, I'm sure, are using more modern weapons then the yahoos we fought on the beach."  Ray looked about, and found an MP7 dropped by a soldier. "This'll do it."  He stands up, and checks the magazine on the MP7.  Half-full, should be fine, he thought to himself, before falling in beside Ryan. "Now what, sir?"