Friendship Is Thicker Than Blood

Warning: Chapter 4-10 Are horribly written and may cause massive hemorrhaging,sexual miss performance, suicidal tendencies, unexplained pain in the rectum and uncontrollable crying. viewer discretion is advised. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU'RE GONNA DISLIKE IT FOR BEING BADLY WRITTEN

*Story Arch 1/3 Arrival*

A/N : This is my first time writing a fanfic or any story in general. I'm not a soldier or a marine neither have I ever been one. I don't exactly know how the system works but i'll do my best to get as close to accurate as possible. I have only the utmost respect for the marines and Military bronies. *Salute*

Name: Anthony William Crimson

Appereance: 6.1 feet, white male,  brown hair , green iris

Rank: Corporal

Primary weapon: HK 416 Foregrip ACOG 4x

Secondary weapon: M9 Beretta

Knife: M Tech MX 8054 (Non Standard Knife)

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Name: James Jackson

Appereance: 6.3 feet, Male light brown skin, brown hair (shaved), brown iris, small scar on his right cheek.

Rank: Corporal

Primary weapon: M4 Carbine Foregrip ACOG 4x

Secondary weapon: M9 Beretta

Knife: Ka-Bar Knife (CQB)

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Journal entry #589

Sgt Crimson during Field assignments is well known and respected by his comrades for being able to detect small details in the area. and his attention to detail has saved several of marines from certain death. his eye sight also makes it easier for him to predict incoming enemies before they spot his squad from a fire fight rending a quick and fast first and last blood for his squad to take use off. However he shows no sign of sympathy or empathy for his fellow squad members except Cpl jackson. During combat or assignments he acts like a machine. No fear, no concerns for death or injury. Only the assignment matters to him.

tho i worry that he is keeping in all his emotions bottled up. I've been talking to Cpl jackson and he states that Quote "Anthony is suicidal and heartless killer. During their frekvent Taliban hunts, I'm worried about his mental health, Just last month he executed an Insurgent with his knife in his spine slowly killing the guy."

I've been thinking of promoting this crazy son of a bitch.

Signing off Lieutenant Warner

Anthony View

"WOOOHOOO!!" AC/DC Back in black Was playing in the background while the humvee was driving through the piece of shit called a road."WHOS YOUR DADDY!?" I yelled out in joy of my new promotion.

"Yeah yeah, settle down fuck face!" James said with an cheeky smile."Just because you got your promotion dont mean shit in front of me, you're still the prissy bitch I know and hate." James said with a large hint of pessimism in his voice.

"You shit faced degenerate you dont talk to your commanding officer that way!" The guys were looking over our little shenanigan."I got a promotion and by god I will enjoy myself before we head out taliban hunting again."

James rolled his eyes."I really do wonder what psychopath thought it was a good idea to promote you, In Fact how did you even get the promotion?" James asked being jealous of my accomplishments as always.

"Did you hear what happen to Jim?" I asked with a sadistic smile.

"God rest his soul..." James replied."What exactly happened, No One filled me in with what happened to him only that he died." I grew a bigger shitface smile.

"Well about four weeks ago he was captured during a failed breach and bust. The ironic part was that it happened in the same area where 'Tickled' the peice of shit who spat on my face."

"Oh yeah...That..."

*Flashback to the "Tickler incident"*

The insurgent struggled in his restraints, pinning him to the chair. He muttering curses at the men in front of him. The Marine looked on, mildly pleased at watching his enemy struggle. He look towards the translator, with a sinister smile.

"Tell Aladdin here if he doesn't tell me where the rest of his Jihadist buddies are, i'll 'Tickle him' " and show him a whole new world  I said with a wicked grin.

The translator raised an eyebrow. Giving me the "you're joking...right?" expression. He looked back at the captive and began telling him what i said. He screamed in Arabic some random nonsense. Lashing out at them while trying to break his restraints.

"He says go to hell" The translator responded with a concerned look on his face.

"They always want to do it the hard way*Sigh*" Jackson put him on his stomach!"

"With pleasure" James replied as he walked behind the captive and kicked the chair from behind. Landing the terrorist on his stomach.

I unsheathed my MX 8054 Spartan knife and cut off his shirt on the backside."Where is your Allah now" i spoke softly in to his ear before...."Tickling him".

I put my knife in the specific location of his spine, then hammered it down with my fist. The insurgent screamed in agony as blood spewed from his body. Staining the floor with a puddle of crimson. I chuckled to myself.

"Always the hard way" I said to myself.

As i turned around to my men and said. "ALRIGHT THEN Marines remember. you don't know anything and you saw nothing. or else if you saw something. then lets just say that you'll get to re-experience it personally."

*End of flashback*

"What does that have to do with Jim's death?" James asked.

"You see, Aladdin's buddies didn't take kindly to our little...play time with him so they created a fake decoy to a supply house and wired the whole fucking place in c4 everywhere. Unfortunately for Jim, he was captured, As much as I hate it, It was kinda my fault for getting him captured.

"What happened next?"

"Well they put oil under his feet and forced him to walk on scorching hot ground..That shit melted his feet up to the bone and gave him four degree burns under his feet."

"Ouch...You do realise that If headquarter would find out they would quart marshal your ass straight into hell!"James commented on the story.

"It doesn't end there. He refused to give up information and they kept tortuing him, Clipping of fingers one at a time..Poor guy."

"Jesus...Fucking...Christ"

"Not over yet, He didn't give up that guy is a fucking hero! But he was still a giant asshole...Like me" I gave a sadistic smile."They kept at it for weeks, seared and rendered his tissue until they gave him an ultimatum."

"Ulti...matum..." James looked at me in horror."Fuck, what could be worse then to have your finger cut out and your feet pretty much burnt to the bone..."

"These fuckers are as evil as me sometimes, Only difference I dont kill innocents. I use my psychopathic dilemma to keep my head in the game and make sure your dumb ass stays alive. Back to the story, The ultimatum was give up enemy information or have your balls squashed like Two grapes.

"No...they didn't..."

"Oh what do you expect from people who commit war crimes,mass murder and sex trade.."

"and...?"

"That Nigga is legendary, He still did not reveal any intel and they smashed his balls and cut off his dick and put the mashed up mess in his mouth...Thats fucked up in a whole new level even for the taliban."James just stared at me in slight frustration.."Aye its not my fault that this happened to him." James kept staring at me."Motha fucka this is war! If some guy gets killed in the same vicinity as one we killed it dosent mean I was a direct correlation, besides that was two weeks after I killed the guy."

James let out a deep sigh."One day your sins will return to tear out your throat!" James said preaching his peice of shit bible

"Oh dont do that James, Dont get biblical on me or I swear to god I'll shove that 400 page book up your ass and believe me it might be worse than what sarge did to us..." Everyone in the vehicle shudder at the memory of boot camp.

"He has a point Crimson, Jim was an asshole but he didn't deserve that, plus sounds like your actions led to the planning of that trap. But you have a point in the fact war is war and these mother fuckers are gonna pay a hundred times worse for every good soldier they killed."

"Thank you Rogers!" I said with a shit eating grin towards James.

"Whatever, I'm still uncomfortable with this!"

"You know what I'm uncomfortable with, Fucking sweat pouring through my fucking back twenty four seven, Did you ever ask yourself why these God forsaken countries even exist..I mean They used to be the world power a two thausand years ago...Now look at it, its just full with religious fanatic who are seriously desperate to get laid."

"Its hard to believe how a great empire crumbles like this in just a thousand years...who knows The U.S might not be the world power say in hundred years..Thats what makes ignorance a bliss. we dont know when our precious home and society will be another shit stain in the world like Afghanistan.

"I wonder what is always the main cause of the fall of an empire like the greek empire."

"Simple, They spread to far and to wide, soon they had conquered the entire known world and now the only struggle was to make sure the empire would crumble. But the people of the conquered nations rose up and the pillars of the empire fell and with it the roofs on the on top of their heads."

I put a imaginary blunt in my mouth and took a deep breath."Dude, thats some deep shit!" I said with a stoner voice. I laughed maniacally at my immature joke.

The walkie started to buzz."Dragon's nest to Sergeant Crimson do you copy, over"

"This is Sergeant Crimson I copy you, over

"Bzzzz We want you to lead your infantry platoon to a local village a couple of clicks from your location, There might be a possible I.E.D, Over"

´´I.E.D...we rarely get those...´´) "We're on it, ten-four".

''So here is the situation. We've found out from a local source that a couple of guys planted an I.E.D yesterday at midnight in the cross section. However he said that there were other guys running around in the streets and they might have planted secondary I.E.D's. thats why we have Sergeant Crimson to help us locate them. So Sergeant while we defuse it, I need you to keep and eye out.

"Alright then i'll divide my team.Private dancer (James) your squad will be keeping an eye out for snipers and watching my six.Ducky your squad will keep the civilians away so they don't get torn to fucking pieces.And Rogers your squad will be keeping an eye out for anybody with a cell phone or trigger mechanism.

''YES SIR!'' all of them responded

''Alright then marines lets get this going!''

''Aye james put on your fucking body armor!'' I yelled out.

''fuck, I forgot it in the car. ah fuck it'' he responded.

I gave small Sigh in frustration...''Take mine then.'' just as I started taking off my kevlar i noticed a orange cable going through the alley way. ''Guys i think i found something!'' I yelled out. i started check where the cable led to and it split off into

3 different directions. when i saw the small hole in the wall i realized that there is either a timer there or another I.E.D

'Oh shit i found one!!' it leads right to the building behind us. possible chance for an I.E.D,!!" I yelled out. just as we started making a perimeter. i heard a sniper shot that hit James in the chest, "Sniper!!!!!" Was all I heard everyone yelling out. just then all three I.E.D's went off causing several casualties. lots of gunfire started popping up and i jumped over to james to get him to safety. he was still alive from his coughing and heavy breathing.

"DRAGON'S NEST THIS IS SERGEANT CRIMSON WE ARE TAKING HEAVY FIRE. SEVERAL CASUALTIES AND Corporal JACKSON IS DOWN!!" I yelled out in a Terrified voice. "REQUESTING IMMEDIATE SUPPORT OVER!"

Just as i was gonna get a respond i saw a guy in the rooftop with a RPG and aiming it towards me and james.

at that moment i realized that i dropped my gun when I took james to cover.

''This is it man.'' i looked him in the eyes and grabbed his hand.

''I'll see you in hell Anthony'' he said with a smile, ''take care''.

just then I heard the shot being fired and I held James in my arms as we were waiting for impact.