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Maddeline
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see plot and OOC thread!
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Ford cleared the chamber of his SCAR-L, calmly looking out over the horizon. He placed his hand on his throat microphone, speaking into it with his voice extra loud to speak over the helicopter blades.
"Why are we out here drilling again Lieutenant?"
Lieutenant Sanchez looked at him, and smiled.
"Because Ukraine ordered a freedom sky express"
Ford held his tongue, he hates that trivial bullshit. Even if it was a joke, he deserved to be informed of why the fuck he was being flown out to buttfuck nowhere in East Europe. The only other base for at least 700 miles was in Germany and did not actively stock anything beyond ammunition. Only thing he could figure was that they were sent to put down a few riots or save some refugees. But why would that be so secretive?
"Permission to carry on active conversations with my pals, sir?", he asked, looking at his squad mates inside his helicopter.
"Permission granted", Sanchez said, reclining back and putting on his sunglasses.
Ford looked across to the olive tanned man in front of him with the M82, Difiori his name tag said.
"Why would you think that we are stuck out here? I mean, it doesn't make sense right!?"
To their left and right, other transport helicopters were flying, carrying many other 75th rangers. The sunlight was just peaking over a mountain range that overlooked the expansive Black Sea at the Crimean peninsula.
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Ford cleared the chamber of his SCAR-L, calmly looking out over the horizon. He placed his hand on his throat microphone, speaking into it with his voice extra loud to speak over the helicopter blades.
"Why are we out here drilling again Lieutenant?"
Lieutenant Sanchez looked at him, and smiled.
"Because Ukraine ordered a freedom sky express"
Ford held his tongue, he hates that trivial bullshit. Even if it was a joke, he deserved to be informed of why the fuck he was being flown out to buttfuck nowhere in East Europe. The only other base for at least 700 miles was in Germany and did not actively stock anything beyond ammunition. Only thing he could figure was that they were sent to put down a few riots or save some refugees. But why would that be so secretive?
"Permission to carry on active conversations with my pals, sir?", he asked, looking at his squad mates inside his helicopter.
"Permission granted", Sanchez said, reclining back and putting on his sunglasses.
Ford looked across to the olive tanned man in front of him with the M82, Difiori his name tag said.
"Why would you think that we are stuck out here? I mean, it doesn't make sense right!?"
To their left and right, other transport helicopters were flying, carrying many other 75th rangers. The sunlight was just peaking over a mountain range that overlooked the expansive Black Sea at the Crimean peninsula.
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