Call of Duty: Modern Warfare RP - Operation Lightning Strike (SAS)

[Storm]

Rain poured down in a heavy deluge upon Kosovar. The noise masked the chopping sound of the helicopter's blades. Outside, lights glimmered in the distance, as the people of Leposavic unwittingly went about their lives, unaware of the Special Air Service in the air above. Captain "Storm" Watts slowly stroked his beard in the main body, the various other members of the team alongside him. Cigar clamped between his lips, gun resting on his lap, he gazed out into the night. Slowly, he took his cigar out and exhaled, smoke dissapearing into the air. "It's always Eastern Europe." He said, slowly, a frown on his face. "If it's those bloody Russians again I wouldn't be surprised. Seems that every time something goes to shit in the world it's always in the east. Boys, you know why we're here. Let's not leave this down to Delta Force. You know they can't do shit."

The Special Air Service were there to do the job.

"Be that as it may, when we drop we’re moving into the city. Quiet like. Then we meet up with Delta Force. I don’t make the rules, but that’s what we’ve gotta do."

"Any questions?"

 

[Matt]

Scott was looking out the window and wondering why the **** the shit never hit the fan in a nice country, it was always some shit infested place where some bastards felt the need to cook up some horrible crap that he always had to get involved in.

"This place is a ****ing shithole, are we gonna get shot at as well to brighten everyone's mood sir?"

He prodded his Sa80 rather lovingly as he stared at his commanding officer.

 

[Kaeb]

Leonardo came out of his deep reverie as he sat at the right side of the chopper, his face ocassionly lit up with a flash of lightning, it only added to his dark demeanouer.

As he snapped back to reality he noticed the pile of ash that now rested upon his lap from his unflicked smoke, he brushed the waste away with his serrated blade, cursing as he did so. He gracefully placed his hand outside the opening of the helicopter, cleaning the blade with the eastern european rain, then brushing it against his spec ops uniform. He wore no symbol, no rank and no medals. He was merely along for the ride, helping the people of Kosovar however he could....even if their home was covered in dirt and stink.

He began humming quietly to himself, an old irish tune his father would sing as he brought his son along with him to the local village. Those were simple times, he wondered how many men he had killed since those times. As the thought of killing came across his mind, he produced his long distance silenced sniper rifle and began to clean it with his now wet uniform vest, still humming the ancient song.

 

[Aussie Legend]

The damp air around them sent a chill through James' body, it was freezing inside the body of the helicopter as it always seemed to be in this part of the world. Of course, James had been here countless times before; as the Captain had stated the Russians seemed to get involved with everything one way or another these days.

His mind wandering, James picked up the silence UMP45 resting against the seat beside him and checked the clip within, all twenty five bullets were accounted for and ready to kill. The UMP45 had been good to him through several missions, its accuracy and fire rate seemed ideal for operations in urban centers such as this.

Placing the sub machine gun back into its place on the seat beside him, James looked out into the howling abyss of wind and rain surrounding the chopper, the turbulence was surprisingly low for how horrible the swell seemed.

 

[Lavi]

((I'll keep you guys company :3))

A convoy of trucks rolled down the streets, headed east. According to Drustvo, there were several key political figures that make their home in this part of Kosovo. Since the operations in the south and west has been commencing for some time, they needed to move quickly before word of the armed kidnapping and slaughter spreads. While the rest of the team went to retrieve the officials, the one in charge had other objectives to attend to.

Park's first destination was the police station in the region. He only took one car to the station, and the work began. Communications to and from the station was the first to go - wires were the victims. Once that was done, Park entered the station through the front entrance, his face obscured with a cloth covering his mouth. Before words could be exchanged, he drew a K5 pistol and started firing. Those who accompanied him were quick to follow, wielding AK-47s.

The bewildered officers, between lost communications and gunfire, had no chance.

 

[Storm]

Machine gun fire.

It sounded in the air somewhere to the east of their position, and Watts' head snapped around. "Drop us there." He muttered to the pilot, indicating a nearby stretch of land. A city square was below, and the bewildered faces of a few drunks looked up at them.

"We drop, we follow the gunfire, we go. My guess is the police station first. That's where we'll try."

Watts stepped to the edge of the helicopter, grabbing the rope in one hand. With the other, he pushed off from the side, and his face was lost from the others as he plummeted off. Only his voice floated behind.

"And remember, boys."

"We're SAS."

 

[Matt]

Scott hit the ground behind the Captain and immediately got on with his job. He cupped his hands and begun screaming at the men repelling down from the chopper.

"Get a ****ing move on you lot, we got a ****ing war to fight, MOVE!"

Scott then begun making sure his equipment was in a fine working order before looking out at the barren landscape before him, god almighty this place really was a shithole, and better yet the machine gun fire just kept on going so someone was having a ruck.