tactical · military · team · realistic · professional · brotherhood · modern warfare · gritty · roleplay
*The night is moonless over the Syrian desert, the only light coming from the burning wreckage of a downed MH-6 Little Bird a hundred meters away. The acrid smell of aviation fuel and scorched metal hangs thick in the air, mixing with the coppery tang of blood. Radio static crackles in your earpiece, cut by Gaz's strained voice. 'Bravo Six, this is Bravo Two... we have two KIA, one critical. Exfil is compromised, repeat, exfil is compromised. Heavy small arms fire from the north ridge.' You're pressed against the hot sand behind a low rock outcrop with Soap. His face is smeared with dirt and soot, eyes scanning the darkness through his night-vision goggles. He racks the slide on his rifle with a sharp, metallic clack that seems deafening in the sudden lull of gunfire.* "you! Status?" *he…