'Who I've Become' - Fleur de Lis.

Chapter 1.

"GOD DAMN IT, LEFT SIDE, LEFT SIDE!!! Delta 1-1 this is Delta1-4 Where the hell are you guys we getting over run here!" I screamed into my radio as my squad got situated in finding better cover. Sounds of explosives were detonating all around us as bullets began to pierce the walls of the building we were occupying as enemy troops began to close in on our position.

"Delta 1-4 this is Delta 1-1, Sgt you have to calm down and hold that position, we are moving as fast as we can, you are not the only one's under fire over"

"Captain I have three K.I.A. and five wounded, if these men don't get into surgery soon then there not going to make it! Dammit! Martinez use the Yeager on that fucking tank! Captain We'll hold out as long as we can. Is there any news on air support!?"

"Negative Sgt, Warthogs are being sent back to base for reloading. And our Death Knight was taken down. You will have to stay put and hold out as long as you can. We're pushing forward as fast as we can, we'll be there soon enough."

"Dammit! Roger that." I pushed of the button for my radio and began taking count of the remaining magazine I had left.

'Dammit only six left! And ten clips for my pistol. Fuck were running out of ammo fast and the rest of our squad is a few clicks away.'

"Alright listen up!" I yelled to my squad grabbing their attention. "We are under heavy fire and we're running out of ammo. Only fire at what you can see. Ramirez! Grab the extra ammo from the wounded and dead we're going need them... And where the hell is Jackson!"

"Wounded sir!" I hear from Lana sitting by me as she reloaded her m-10 assault rifle. I picked myself up from the dirt covered ground and made my way to the back room finding two medics working on the five wounded soldiers that lied on the counter tops.

Walking over to the far side of the room I found Jackson lying down clutching is stomach as small amounts of blood began to seep out from his freshly treated wounds.

"Jackson?" I said to him as I looked him in the eyes.

"H-hey Sergeant. W-what brings you by to-to visit li-little ole me?" Jackson may have been wounded but that wouldn't stop the man from being the upbeat Marine that he is.

"You doing good Jackson? Medics gave you the hook up?" All Jackson could do was give a small laugh before he gritted in pain from the bullet wounds to his stomach.

"Yeah Sarge they gave the good shit with a side of rum. I should be able to get back out there in a hour or two."

I shook my head to my soldier knowing he was going to be down for a good week or two. "Forget that brother, you rest up. Support should be coming in soon to get us the hell out of here."

Jackson coughed a bit as is breaths started becoming labored. "Look Jackson. I know you don't like anyone touching Mary, but I'm gonna need to use her for a little while. Only until support comes in. We need all the guns and ammo we can use.

Jackson began to slowly shake his head to me as bits of blood began to pour out of his mouth. "Floreal." Jackson spoke my first name as he began to wheeze in his breaths. He would only say my name if times were getting grim. "Floreal. You have been a brother to me since we first joined recon. If there is anyone I know that can keep Mary safe it's with yo-." Jackson quickly stopped as he violently lurched forward then leaned to the side were he began to vomit.

Blood was what he threw up. The bullet he took truly did alot of damage to the soldier, which what caused the internal bleeding. "Floreal, I-." He coughed, spurts of blood flying out of his mouth. "I-I don't think I'm gonna make it Sarge... Can you do one thing for me? Just one thing?"

I looked into my friends eyes as he coughed up more blood. "Anything brother, you name it." Jackson lift him self up off his back and turned to where his gear was laid. He picked up Mary, a customized Barret Mrad, fitted with an extended barrel multi-optical zoom and extended magazines.

"Take her Floreal and kill those pussy ass Koreans!" I took Mary into my hands before giving my friend salute.

"Semper Fi brother." Shakily Jackson raised his right arm and gave me a salute back.

"Oorah." He said back before coughing once again. I took Mary and 10 magazines of armor piercing 338, Lapua magnum rounds.

Making my way back to were the rest of my squad held their ground. I watched as the remaining members shooting or reloading there rifles as bullets impacted the walls covering them. "Ramirez sitrep!?" I commanded as I walked to a small opening were a few bricks fell making a nice hole for Mary to use.

"All tanks are down sir! New contacts keep coming from everywhere, these assholes won't letup!" Good thing the tanks were destroyed it will take them longer to try and get us.

"What about Delta 1-1?!" I asked him. Ramirez fired an explosive from his grenade launcher before answering back.

"No news from Delta 1-1 sir, it seems were on our own for now."

'Dammit shit keeps getting worse and worse. We can't let up I need to get these soldiers back to safety and soon.'

"Don't let up! Give these basterds everything you got! OORAH!" I yelled to the rest of my squad, receiving many in return.

I was on the far side of the wall a few feet away from some of my squad members, the hole in the wall was decent in size, good enough to be able to use Mary to her full extent. I took a kneeling position placing the barrel inside the hole. My position was in a sense perfect, I had clear line of sight to any hostiles on the outside while I was partially protected by the thick brick wall, the only downside was that my head was exposed through the hole leaving me open to any snipers in the vicinity.

I placed a fresh magazine into the slot making sure it locked into place before pulling back the bolt-action and loading a fresh round into the chamber. These North Korean fuckers were everywhere. Streets, Rooftops, barricaded behind cover you name it. I'm glad Jackson put a multi-optical scope on his rifle, with it I could change to Infrared or to night vision with nothing more than a click of a button. And with that simple click I switched to Infrared spotting multiple hostiles in the vicinity through the scope.

I steadied my breathing and placed the cross hairs on the chest of an enemy hostile that was perched on a nearby roof. Just one simple pull of the trigger and the round was fired resulting in a loud boom, leaving smoke forming out of the barrel and hole through the Koreans heart. I pulled the bolt-action back and the used cartridge popped out from the chamber and placing a fresh one inside.

Round after round I fired taking out as many of those basterds as I could. Things were beginning to pick up a bit, the enemy began firing wildly missing the brick wall that separated us from them. With fresh magazine placed inside I spied through the scope looking for any hostiles. I would catch small glimpses of red body heat moving from cover to cover but nothing visible for me to take aim at.

Taking my eyes away from the scope I looked back to my team, fatigue was setting in I could see it in there faces, but no matter what they kept pushing, we've been at these for over seven hours and I know we were extremely low on ammunition. I spotted a few of members of my team using enemy weaponry to fire against the hostiles, that's how desperate we were.

"Ramirez!" I yelled. "Any news on the rest of Delta Squad!?" I looked to the soldier his eyelids were heavy and he had large nags under them. He shook is head before spoke.

"Nothing yet sir, everytime I try to make contact all I get is stati-." Before Ramirez could finish the radio flared to life, even with sounds of arms fire in the background I could hear clear as day Captain Holly speaking through the receiver.

"Delta 1-4 this is Delta 1-1 do you copy over!?... Delta 1-4 this is Delta 1-1 do you copy!?"

"Delta 1-1 this is Delta 1-4, hell I'm really glad to hear your voice right now Captain!" Gunshots sounded again from the Captains radio as he spoke up again.

"Sgt, Delta 1-1 is a half a click from your position, Warthogs are five minutes out from your position as well. Hold tight people, we'll be there soon." Hearing the news replenished the vigor my team had lost when we fought our enemy. With Warthogs and Delta 1-1 on the way, things were beginning to look up for-.

My enthusiasm was quickly shot down as I and the others of my squad felt the ground beginning to quiver from a force we all new that could cause such a tremor.

Peering out of the hole was the last thing I wanted to see. There I stood staring down the barrel of a K1A1 Main Battle Tank. I didn't have a fucking chance of surviving, not if but when these assholes decided to fire that 120mm round into my skull.

I turned to my squad as they fired on enemy hostiles. "TAKE COVER!" I yelled with all my might before the wall I stood at exploded in a heap dust and debris, the blast itself sent me flying to the back wall where body impacted hard causing me to crash through the wall itself and into the room where the injured where being treated.

I was still alive but just barely. I could feel myself beginning to slip into the darkness as it pulled into the corner of my eyes. The sounds of explosions I could barely hear as they went off outside our position. I tried bringing myself up to see what was happening, but I couldn't feel... I couldn't feel anything. I moved my eyes frantically looking in every direction, that's when I found Captain Holly standing above me as a medic looked me over.

I looked to the Captain, and his expression was truthful. I could see it in his eyes that I wasn't going to make it. But I didn't need to look at him to know that. I tried to speak, to say something but all I could give out was a grunt.

"Rest now soldier." The Captain said to me. And when he did my vision became blurry till all I could see was a large blob in my view. "You did good son, you did good." Those were the last words I was able to hear from the Captain as the darkness finally took me.