Author's Note

So I added a prologue as part of the re-work. I do appologize for it taking so long, but work and college take priority. so thank you all for bearing with me, and with that said, heres the story.

Definition of acronyms

DMR: Designated Marksman Rifle

LMG: Light Machine Gun

QRF: Quick Response Force

OPFOR: OPposing FORce

Fraggos: Term used in MilSim to describe side objectives that upon completion, will grant the team more points or equipment.

Technicals: trucks with mounted machine gun

Prolougue - Slinging Some Plastic

Life. Love. Happiness. I deserved none of these. Every story has a beginning, something to I guess provide context or something like that. This is mine. Before Equestria, there was earth. There was my home, and empty one. There was me, a depressed, 225 pound, cowardly, computer engineer with Tourettes and no friends. A man who had to hide his disorder from everyone he knew, because if they found out, he’d go from being a co-worker or squad mate, to a useless retard. A man who in his free time, played military simulation, in hopes of getting to feel like there was something that he could do in order to feel like a “real man”, like a man that women wanted to actually date instead of use to make their boyfriends jealous. a man who was sitting on his couch, with tactical gear in a pile in front of him, deciding whether or not he should even go out. He knew that he would go, after all, Airsoft was the one thing that brought him joy now. And besides, he had paid 150 bucks for this two day Op. Eventually, he sighed and put his gear into his truck, a black, beat up, 2004 GMC canyon. “Spring Offensive here I come”.

After an hour and a half in the truck, he arrived at the event. He smiled as he drove into the parking lot and was greeted by the smiled of other players who were already geared up and heading to the briefing area to be driven out to their respective spawn locations. He parked his truck and put on his own gear before grabbing his own Airsoft rifle, magazines, a radio, a medkit, some spare ammo, batteries, and water. A half hour later, he was out at his own spawn and conversing with the team commander who assigned him a squad and gave him Op orders. He walked out of the command tent and assembled his squad and began to brief them “Okay guys, we gotta go clear castle Everfree and a field in grid Kilo 5. We’ll be working with another squad who will be attacking it from the other side. Command wants this objective taken and held so we can gain the ability to use artillery and a few fraggos. Any questions?”

One guy raised his hand “What’s the callsigns?”

“We are Reaper Squad, and our support is going to be Crossroads. Command is godfather.” Each of the 9 guys in front of him nodded

“Any other questions?” no one spoke. “then lets go.” The ten-man squad jogged away from their base, towards their objective, and unbeknownst to them, half the enemy force.

Once they reached the edge of the woods, the earpiece in the leaders ear crackled to life. He motioned for the squad to halt and spread out across the tree line as he received a message. “Reaper 1-1, this is Godfather, be advised, Crossroads has encountered a large hostile force. 50 plus hostiles with technical support. Number of technical unknown. QRF callsign Razor and friendly technical callsign Warhorse are inbound. Contact on frequency 21. Over.”

He depressed the push to talk button on his headset “Reaper 1-1 acknowledges all and requests update on Op-Orders. Over.”

“Reaper 1-1 this is Godfather, Op-Orders are as follows, engage at your discretion, but be advised, you will not have support.over.”

“Roger, command, wait one” he switched to another channel “This is Reaper 1-1 to Razor and Warhorse. Requesting ETA. Over.”

Another voice came over the radio with the sound of an engine in the background “Reaper this is Warhorse, ETA five Mikes. Over.”

“Reaper this is Razor, ETA ten mikes. Over.”

“Reaper acknowledges all, you guys better haul ass because we're about to do something stupid. Over.”

“Roger Reaper, well do what we can, Over”

He switched back to the command channel “Command this is Reaper, Were going to move to capture Everfree. Over.”

“Command acknowledges. Upon capture, command of artillery support will be transferred to you if needed. Good luck 1-1, Over and out.”

He then pressed the push to talk button on a smaller radio. One that he used to talk to his squad “Okay, we're gonna push the objective and capture it. We will not have support and we won't have much time to strong point it because OPFOR is right on our heels. I want the DMR and one of the LMG’s on the high point., and the other LMG and one of the launchers on the far side. Everyone else, spread out inside the castle and get ready for some fun.” As he stood up, so did the rest of his squad.

Seconds before they reached the castle, all hell broke loose. The tree line erupted with the sound of electric gunfire and three pickup trucks with LMG’s mounted in the back burst out of the tree line. One of his squad members dropped to a knee and rose his gun into the air “Hit!! Medic no!”

The one squad member had been hit just outside the entrance to the castle. He looked to the right to the tree line and saw that there was an enemy squad moving to flank. He didn’t have much time. He looked to the SAW gunner “Cover me”

The SAW gunner nodded and placed himself on a wall were he could cover the leader without getting hit. Once he was in place he got on his radio “Set”

The leader readied himself and got on his radio “Covering fire”

The SAW gunner opened up and began to spray plastic pellets into the tree line as the leader ran and grabbed the downed squad mate before dragging him back into the castle and into cover. He reached into his pack and pulled out a white piece of cloth and wrapped it around his arm. The squadmate had been revived. “Your back in the game, now get up top and raise the team flag.

The squadmate stood up, nodded, and took off up the stairs. A few minutes later the radio in the leaders ear again came to life. “Reaper 1-1, this is Godfather. Objective is ours. Contact artillery call sign Observer on frequency 13. Over ”

He quickly grabbed a red smoke grenade from his vest, pulled the pin, and threw it out into the field, which was now full of the advancing enemy force. As he did this, he changed the channels and began to speak into his radio “Message to observer. Requesting fire mission. Grid to suppress, Kilo 5 Alpha. Smoke on the deck by target!”

A voice came over the radio “Message received, shot out, splash in 6 seconds.”

Sure enough, six seconds later, a large puff of white smoke enveloped the field and scores of people shouting hit were heard by the leader and his squad.

The voice of Observer came back over the radio “Reaper this is observer, Targets suppressed. Over ”

The leader spoke “Roger Observer, nice shooting, you just saved our asses. Over.”

And with that the leader switched back to the command channel “Godfather this is Reaper, OPFOR neutralized, objective secure.”

But as he spoke, the wind changed direction, and the smoke from the grenades began to blow into the castle. The radio cut out, and the leader couldn’t see anything. The smoke was beginning to make his head hurt, he had to find a way out, but before he could. The pain In his head intensified, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.