Spartan and Pony

John stood, looking around him. The ponies had all made it through the warp safely. They appeared dizzy, but they would live. John looked around and found himself on what looked like a second floor balcony. The stone making up the railing had chipped away, and looked severely weathered. To his right, a soldier stood with a surprised expression. John turned to face him, and merely looked at him. The soldier had grey camo gear on, as well as what looked like a Kevlar helmet. Kevlar... How long had it been since THAT was used on the front lines? The soldier shakily took his gun and pointed it at the chief, saying something. Russian. He didn't know Russian. He had been taught Spanish, English, and German, but not Russian. John calmly turned away from the soldier, looking over to the ponies. The yellow one had just started to get up, and was rubbing her forehead.

"Ouch..." She said with a soft tone. John shook his head as the others began to come to their senses, and observed their surroundings. Looking back to the soldier, John noticed his eyes grow wide. He tilted his head to look to the side of John, looking behind him No doubt trying to figure out what was going on with the ponies.

"Who's in charge here?" He asked bluntly. The Russian jumped back and screamed something as he turned and pointed toward the others.

"American!" One shouted. John took a step back, raising his arm. The soldiers have mistaken him for an American, even though he wasn't actually even born on Earth. This was most likely due to the fact he had an American accent and spoke English. The soldiers prepared their weapons and shouted at him, but John just stood there. The soldiers grew angry and got the first bullet into their chambers, and John pulled out his magnum. He fired one round through the top of the first one's head and pistol whipped the next one on his cranium. Two more soldiers opened fire, but John's shields protected him. Quickly, he turned and shot, killing one of the soldiers and injuring the other.

"John, you need to get out of there! This building has a bomb in it!" Cortana shouted. John nods and grabs the white unicorn by her hind leg.

"Ugh! Unhand me you ruffian!" She shouts as she thrashes uncontrollably. John places one hand on the railing of the balcony and jumps, telling the ponies to follow him. The yellow one screamed and jumped using her wings to control her descent. The blue one growled and chased after him, no doubt trying to get her friend. The others leaped without much trouble, but just as they did, the building exploded, sending shrapnel flying from the area. John used his arm to block flying stones from hitting the unicorn in his hand, and flipped as he slammed into the ground on his feet. He quickly turned the unicorn and set her down, where she gave him a disgusted look.

"I have never felt so violated!" She shouted as she crossed her forelegs. The pink one giggled as she watched the flames, bouncing up and down. The purple one looked to him and gave him a questioning stare.

"How did you know that building was going to explode? And why did you kill those people?" She asked. John brought out his battle rifle as the blue pegasus and orange horse walked over to the yellow one, who was crying. He pulled back the release lever, bringing the first bullet into the chamber. Another explosion sounded, and John turned, seeing a clock tower burst into a fiery heap. The shockwave of the blast caused the building to crumble, as he watched pigeons fly away, terrified by the loud sound. John brought his rifle forward and pointed it as more soldiers advanced.

"No time to explain. We gotta get out of here."
...

Soap dived out of the doorway, watching as the clock tower burst. Beside him, Yuri has tripped over a knocked over lamppost.

"Yuri move!" He shouts as he scrambles to his feet. He looks up, backing away. A large foundation of stone is breaking apart, and heading right for them. Soap curses and shouts for Yuri to hurry. He picks up his RSASS and sprints, nearly tripping. He gasps and throws his hands out, trying to balance himself. Regaining his footing, he takes off, trying to get radio contact.

"Price! Price can you hear me?" He shouts. Looking behind him, he sees a part of the tower about to land on him, and grunts as he dives out of the way. His body makes solid contact with the stones making up the street as he hears a crashing sound. He throws his arm over his eyes as dust is thrown into the air from the impact of the tower. The bricks making up the tower crumbled, forming into more pieces of debris. He scrambles to his feet once more, trying to get away from the quickly failing building.

"Run!" He shouts as he shoves Yuri along. The duo sprint away, as more stones crumble from the shockwave of the blast. Soap dives to a park, and throws his arms over his head, trying to shield himself from any debris. He hears a loud rumbling, and feels several pieces of debris strike his arms before he lifts his head. The familiar sound of gunfire rings in his ears, although it is distant.

"Uh... Soap... You may want to take a look at this..." Yuri says as he hands over a detached sniper scope. Soap raises and eyebrow as he lifts himself up off the ground, taking the scope. He places the scope to his eye, and is instantly baffled by what he sees. Some guy in a ridiculous get up is firing at the Russians, and taking no damage from their bullets. Upon closer inspection, he can see the man has some sort of yellow aura around him, that seems to be destroying the bullets on contact.

"Now what in the bloody heck is this?" Soap mutters to himself as he looks behind the man. He jerks his head back slightly, not sure what to think of this next sight. Ponies, animated to look like humans, are cowering away. Except a blue one with a rainbow colored mane, who is fighting against the others to get into the fight the man is caught up in.

"Okay... Now that's just weird." Soap says as he shakes his head and passes the scope back to Yuri.

"Soap! Can you hear me?" He heard from his radio. Soap quickly responds, saying that he and Yuri are alright.

"Makarov's men are mobilizing! I don't know what's got them riled up but..." Price tries to say, but Soap interrupts him.

"I do. There's some sort of guy with a strange armor that's attacking them. I'm lookin' at him right now." Soap says as he brings out his RSASS and looks over to his right. BTRs are arriving from the street. Soap quickly reacts to the situation, and looks over to Yuri.

"Say again Soap?" He hears Price say from the radio. Soap quickly darts off to the soldier, trying to stop the BTR from killing him. Soap wasn't like Price, who needed time to trust someone. If he saw someone under attack, he took time out of his way to help them, even if he didn't know if they were friendly.

"Price! I can explain later, a BTR just showed up and is targeting the soldier! Yuri and I are Oscar Mike to help him out! Meet us at the front of the hotel!" Soap shouts as he reaches into his side and pulls out a flare. He quickly lights it and throws it over to the front of the hotel, trying to confuse the Russians. Instead, it intrigues the ponies that he spotted, and a giddy pink one bounces over to it. Soap shoves Yuri along and rushes over to the hotel.

...

"Pink, stay back." John says as he drops another hostile. These Russians had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

"Don't be cocky John." Cortana reminded him. John ducked behind a pillar as he heard the warning in his suit go off, indicating that his shields needed to recharge.

"Cortana, you know me better than that." John said. He gave the rifle a quick jerk, dropping the empty clip from the gun. With haste, he slammed another one into his gun as he heard a short whirring noise. His shields are up again. A bullet whizzes past his face, but in the wrong direction. It's going toward the Russians, not coming from them. Confused, he looks behind him, and sees two familiar men coming from the right. One had a Mohawk and stubble on his chin, while the other was almost bald. That's when it hit him. He had learned about these men from history.

"Figured you could use our help, got yerself into a little predicament eh?" The one with the Mohawk says as he fires again. John froze for a moment, baffled. The man with the Mohawk had a Scottish accent, exactly what he had been believed to have had. Had he really been sent back to that time? Was he actually seeing these war heroes alive?

"Cortana, do a check." He says calmly as he turns from the pillar and fires again. An explosion from a grenade goes off, and John blocks his face. He feels someone tap his shoulder, and looks behind him. The bald one is trying to talk to him.

"My friend, you may want to get off the street! A BTR is headed straight for us!" He shouts. John looks over him, and sure enough, sees the vehicle moving toward the group. He hears someone else, and looks behind the ponies.
Him too? He thinks to himself as he watches him sprint to the group.

"John... It's them..." Cortana says as John turns his gun back, firing. Unbelievable... He was really fighting along side them? What an honor... John throws this thought out of his head. He had to stay focused. There was time to be amazed later. With haste, he look over to Price, and asked what they were doing here. Although he already knew what they had been trying to do. Price explains, and tells him to follow. The Chief nods and throws a frag grenade over the barrier. An explosion throws stone at him as he grabs the pink pony's leg.

"WEEEEE!" She shouts as she somehow dances in midair. John ignores this, knowing that more important matters are at hand. He watches as Prices slides to a halt and rushes down an alley, bringing what looks like an M4A1 to his front. MacTavish follows, who is quickly tailed by Yuri. John turns and watches as the yellow pegasus desperately tries to keep up. A piece of debris slams down in front of her, and she screams. John lays down the pink one and rushes over as an explosion causes more debris to scatter, all of it hitting him. He hears an inner suit warning, but ignores it. He had to save that pony, or he wouldn't gain the trust of the others. Not to mention she was just a civilian, and therefore had importance.

"Got ya." He says as he scoops her up, taking her in both arms. He quickly jogs as he feels shrapnel fly into his armor, which doesn't harm him, but prevents his shield from repairing. Quickly, he turns and rushes down the alley, where he sees Price.

"Are you daft? Get the heck in here you cheeky son of a gun!" He shouts. Well, the history books were right, he was definitely hot headed. John quickly runs inside a door that Price has kicked open, and sets the pony down with her friends. They instantly swarm her and start crying, as Price slams the door. The Captain turns and eyes the Spartan, to which John returns the favor.

"We'll be alright here, we can wait until they pass." He hears Soap say as he lays his weapon down on a table, a sniper rifle. John is speechless. From the looks of it, he was in Prague, the exact same place that MacTavish was supposed to die. The history books said that his death fueled Price to finish the war, and kill Makarov. John looked over Price once more, who has a harsh, unforgiving look. John tosses his gun aside, and Price watches every move.

"Looks like I got some explaining to do."