Rusty of Shackleford
Nine Thousand Club
Mission 1:
"White Silk of Thanatos"
Camp Leo
321 klicks from Kabul (Approximately 200 miles)
0700 hours (7:00 a.m.)
Camp Leo was the main base of operations for NATO forces, having been built by Allied forces during the 2000's for joint US and British troops. It held over four hundred thousand troops, making it the largest military base in history. Every nation in NATO had troops there, though most of them were US, English, French, Canadian, and German. Each nation had a sector built for them, each one separated by a sign just above the entrance with the flag of the nation, and it's name in several languages. The sectors each had their own barracks, armory, mess hall, command center, the whole nine yards. Among the national armies were several sectors bought out by PMC companies, each one varying in size and utilities. The largest was the Black Dogs sector, with the anemities of an army with a smaller area. They had military grade vehicles, mainly Humvees, assault jeep's and trucks, and APCs. The Humvees and APCs were armed with M2A1 Browning .50 Heavy Machineguns, while the jeeps and trucks were mounted with various light machine guns. Each squad had their own jeep or assault truck that they used to get around, and itnwas a tradition for it to have the names of the squad and squad members painted on the sides, along with the vehicle's pet name.
Among these jeeps was one with the word "PANIC" painted on the side, proof that it belonged to Panic squad. They were a strong bunchz like the other squads, bejng formed a few months ago after so new recruits came in. The squad leader was Michael "Diver" Whitton," who was up early as usual. He yawned as he opened his laptop, as he had a Skype call from his wife back home. He smiled as he saw that familiar face, the man saying sleepily, "Hey, baby. How are you?" Kat smiled, saying, "I'm okay. You doing alright, Mike?" Diver nodded, saying, "Well, I'm being shot at while sweating my ass off. Other than that, I'm okay." He stretched a bit, Kat laughing as she bounced their daughter, Madeline. The baby smiled, gurgling as she pointed at her father in the screen. Kat smiled, saying, "Yes! That's Daddy! You gonna say hi? You gonna say hi to Daddy, Madeline?" She squealed, Diver smiling as he said, "Hi baby girl. I miss you. You know that?" He sighed, watching his family as he heard a familiar Russian voice say, "Whitton! Get the fuck to the briefing room!" Diver sighed, saying, "I will! And could you not curse? My daughter's listening!" He heard a curse in Russian, sighing as he said to Kat, "I gotta go. Love you." He ended the call, great his gear after he got dressed. He slung his helmet on his belt, adjusting the Black Dogs baseball cap along with his Tacvest. It was grey, with his name on the top of it. On the right breast was his blood type, "A+," as it was required in case of injury. He wore a grey military saeater wiyh a Black Dogs path on the right sleeve, which was rolled up along with the left one. He stepped ijto the briefing room, rubbing his eyes as he waited for ghe others.
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