Realistic or Modern Behind Enemy Lines (CLOSED)

[Rocket Strike]

Dakhan 1962.

The Cartherian kingdom is on the retreat. As the Gemrarian armed forces advance further and further into enemy territory, there is one city in particular the Gemrarian generals agreed needed to be taken. The port of Dakhan. A port city that would allow the Gemrarian forces to easily supply themselves in this foreign land. Factories all across Gemraria worked tirelessly to produce the war-materials necessary to undergo this massive invasion. A group of three soldiers were air-dropped in. They were tasked with destroying vital defenses that the Cartherian forces had.

The first was a pair of LN-148 Medium Tanks. These behemoths were not to be trifled with. But if explosives could be planted within the tank, then the vehicles would be destroyed.
The second group of targets were the aerial spotlights. Of which there were three
The third the AA guns, which could chew apart the Gemrarian bombers if left operational.

And finally, there was the ammo dump. A pile of ammunition that was to feed the guns of the Cartherian soldiers.


“Heads up!” Says the pilot of the aircraft as the vehicle soars among the black, cloudy skies. “We’re above the landing zone! Get ready to drop!”

 

[Moose762]

While he readies his gear one last time Bert gets to thinking about how screwed he is, after all just under a year ago he was drafted and now he's airdropping behind enemy lines? This must be a suicide or a scouting mission, after all why else would they only send three people?
"Copy that, good luck on the fly home!" He screams at the top of his lungs as he jump out the soaring aircraft, praying he doesn't fall in a tree or water.

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

Dimitri had always been ready to give his life for the Motherland. It was what he had been for: to die in the defense of his home. Every Protrovich before him, and each one after him, would do the same till the end of days. But he hoped he wouldn't give up his life here, of all places. It mattered not. In the end, he would do what was expected of him. The crack partisan checked all his gear.
"Collapsed rifle: check. Grenades: check. Blasting charges: check. Combat falacata: check. Pistol: check. Cynaide pill: check. Good enough." he said to himself.
Whispering one last prayer to God on High, he leapt out and pulled his chute moments later. The slow descent towards his prey gave Dimitri some time to brace himself for a quick fire fight on the ground and take a look around. From the air, he could see the spotlights, pointing brightly up into the air. Easy enough, a bullet would be enough to shatter the glass and light source. The AA guns would probably be nearby, and that would be taken out nice and quick by the blasting charges. But the tank and ammo, that could be anywhere. Destroying the ammo would be the biggest priority on Dimitri's list.