Mercengeist

>speeding down a dirt road
>the jungle on all sides
>your sitting in the back of the technical
>Paul is resting with his back to the truck bed
>Ivan is driving with Dave in the passenger seat
>all is going according to plan
>nobody has spotted any army men so far on the patrol
>you glance down at your AK104
>its decked out in all the 'tactical' accessories you can think of
>IR laser / flashlight combo, angled grip behind that, and an red dot on the top rail
>painted a combination of matte brown and green to match the surroundings
>the truck hits a bump knocks your AK out of your hands and deeper into your lap
>thats a mag hitting your dick
>quickly shift the AK to a more horizontal position across your thighs
"Shit, looks like some locals roadblock ahead" -Dave
"How does one suggest to avoid it?" -Ivan
>you stand up, leaning on the back of the cab, and peer forwards to see the roadblock
>its about 300 meters ahead
>there are no side roads leading off of the road your on
>it doesn't take long until your hilux starts to slow for the checkpoint
>there is one man standing in the middle of the road with a bolt action
>Paul stands and readies the .50
>these checkpoints have been used by the army to slaughter other patrols
>the man looks down the vehicle and then stares at paul
>paul looks back
>the man steps aside and waves us through
>we continue down the road
>the locals usually hate us mercs
>so this is a pleasant turn of events
>we turn around a corner and disappear from view of the checkpoint
>paul sits down with a sigh
>its only a few more miles of road until our time patrolling is over
>you see a bridge ahead
>its just a old wooden one that locals had built long ago
>the truck slows down as it goes over it
>suddenly you hear an explosion underneath you
>the truck starts to tilt right
>it feels like your falling
>you are
>something happened to the bridge
>you notice that there are tracers crossing overhead
>it seems like someone staged an ambush
>you grab your AK

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>Paul had tried to stand up and use the .50, although he fell and is now leaning on the back of the cab
>you move over to the .50 and grab on to the mount
>AK in one arm, mount in the other
>the truck is nearly vertical right now
>the back window had broken at some point
>the truck is now nearly vertical
>and falling
>its not a far drop
>but for fear of being made into soup by the truck, you jump away from it
>you and the truck hit the muddy floor of the ravine
>you get on your stomach and look around
>no one has come to check the wreckage yet, but you wouldn't give them long until they did
>the truck is upside down
>you try and stand up
>fuck you broke a leg
>you crawl to the cab
>its crushed in on itself
>they are all probably dead
>except paul
>he is on the ground passed out
>his waist is almost completely severed from his body
>he is still alive, but bleeding out
>you put him out of his misery
>now time for something else
>getting out of here
>the truck is fucked
>your legs are fucked
>you start crawling
>away from the bridge
>away from the truck
>hopefully you can get far enough to where they won't find you

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>you open your eyes
>its dark outside
>your leg really fucking hurts, but at least the splint is immobilizing it
>all the adrenalin has worn off
>you don't remember much after the ambush except crawling
>and your team is dead
>it takes a second to regain your train of thought
>but you look to your wrist
>its 0350
>your patrol was supposed to end at 1930
>your leg has a splint
>you didn't even have one in your gear
>you sit up and take a look at your surroundings
>there is a russian soldier crouched across from you
>you reach for your AK
>AK is not there
>that soldier has an AK
>you look at her for a moment before she breaks the silence
"You probably have many questions, is that correct?"
>you shake your head
"Well, it is a long story that can be told at another time. What is important right now is that you're stabilized and we are far away from the islands army, you get one question for right now."
>you think for a moment
"Who are you?"
"For starters you can say that I was born in Izhevsk, Russia, I am twenty four years old, and I can kick your ass. Ive seen how you fight and it could use some help, now get some more rest."
>she returned to fiddling with your AK
>she better not break anything
>but judging by the special forces recon her clothes are putting off she knows how to handle it
>you lay back down and try to remember meeting this girl in the first place

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>you wake up to the ruskie from earlier shaking you awake
>she makes a quiet sign with her hand
>she points to a opening in the trees behind you
>there is a small army patrol of three men
>knowing how their patrols are set up, you know that one is a medic, another an autorifleman, and the last the leader
>you both duck down into the foliage
>her clothes work surprisingly well for camouflage in the jungle
>although your clothes consist of blue jeans, a black hoodie, and alice rigging
>you keep watch of the patrol for a hot minute while she plans an escape
>you turn around
>she's gone
>your AK is laying in the foliage
>what the fuck is up with her
>you grab your AK and check if its loaded
>ready to engage
>the patrol is in a clearing, if there were any time to take them out, it would be now
>you take a shot on the autorifleman
>it hits his armpit, just barely missing his plate carrier
>he goes down
>the medic immediately starts to fix his ally
>the medic is in your sights
>but the team lead is keeping a 360
>by himself
>you're tempted to take the medic
>although you know it will increase the chances for the leader to get a bearing on your location
>you take another shot
>the medic goes down
>the team lead also gets down
>behind a log
>and where he's taking cover from can only mean that he knows where you're firing from
>but he doesn't know exactly where you are
>you decide to leave while you have the upper hand

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>you've been walking through the jungle for about two hours
>the russian is still missing
>you have seen nothing of interest so far
>some time later you see smoke rising over the horizon
>it could be a campfire or some wildfire
>with nothing better to do you start to trek over to it
>its a fair distance away

>as you near the scene you see that it is a campfire
>its still a light although nobody is near it
>there is one tent off to one side of the site
>around the campfire are a few guns laying besides some logs
>you head over to the tent, AK raised
>you open the front flap
>nobody inside
>there is some camping equipment inside
>you head back over to the campfire
>one of the guns looks like a mix of a dragunov and a bullpup rifle with a scope
>another almost is an AK12, but something looks off
>the last one you see is a OCIW, although as with the AK12, something looks wrong
>as you take a closer look at the guns, you see chink markings all over them
>it seems that some chink SF team was camped out here
>but now their gone
>but they will probably be back
>you grab all the guns and strap them on your pack
>its a fair amount heavier than your normal load, but since you've lost most of your normal load in the ambush its not impossible to hike with
>you march away from the campsite until the sun starts to set
>its a good time for some campcraft of your own
>you setup your sleeping bag on a clear patch of the jungle
>you set your bag right next to you
>you crawl in your sleeping bag and zip it shut
>you finally get some shut eye after a long day

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>you wake up cozy in your sleeping bag
>it's still dark outside
>this week has been so shitty you stay in the bag
>you should be safe anyways

>you wake up to it being light outside
>you look over to your pack to see that all your guns are gone
>you head over to the pack to check the contents
>everything else is there
>you pack up your camp
>then you notice that there is a campfire smoldering nearby
>you didn't make that
>no one else is in the area
>might be the chink recon team
>before the ambush you had heard rumors about chink forces getting involved in the region
>something about saving shithole nations from their dictatorial governments
>this island fits the description
>it's probably the chinks or that one russian you saw earlier
>she probably disappeared off to her team doing god knows what
>might even be with the chinks after all
>either way the main thing on your mind is to get back your ak104
>you look around the campsite for clues
>you find no clues
>you head towards the chink camp you took the guns from earlier

>you are approaching the camp, although still hidden in the treeline
>there are four people at the campsite
>looks like three women
>one is actually the russian that had helped you earlier
>the other two look like your standard chinese women
>one holding some marksman rifle
>and the other an ak style rifle
>the last figure is decked out with a balaclava and helmet
>the helmet might have some nvg mounted on it
>but it's flipped down in daylight
>the figure looks towards you
>they raise their bulky gun
>you duck behind a tree just as a grenade blows a chunk out of it
>another grenade blows up mid air behind you
>you cant hear shit after those blasts
>the grenades stop coming
>the russian comes around the corner with an ak raised at you
>you take a closer look at the ak
>ITS YOUR FUCKING AK
>a jab in your back signals another person
"If you turn around, you will be shot" says an unknown woman
>you comply

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-8.230094, 157.500176
07 / 16 / 2023

Six years ago

>The clearing is just big enough for the support helo to fit in as it comes down to resupply your section.
>Your patrol drove into an ambush nearly an hour ago
>The guerrilla activity in this area had started to increase in 2022 and its keeping a strong presence
>The local government and by extension military were both recently founded after a large coup in 2020, and they have little to no experience with fighting unconventional war
>They had rectified this by hiring Vining Private Services, VPS for short
>For the first few years of the VPS presence on the archipelago, they were rooting the guerrillas out of the jungle
>Then, in September of 27', an unknown party had given VPS a large sum of money along with a request to push the local government and military off of the island
>Higher ups in VPS had decided that allying with the guerrillas was their best plan to push the government off of the island
>Your commander motions for you and the rest of...

I might finish this although these >be me styled stories can be very limiting.
Future authors beware!

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This is the second time I'm writing this. First off to future authors, don't be a retard like me and write directly on to pastebin, it doesn't save to a cookie if the page is exited off of. Use something like https://wordcounter.net/. Secondly, I wouldn't recommend writing with >be me stories as they can cause slight insanity and I feel as if it is limiting. As well referring to this story, the last section is no longer canon, although I'm leaving it in here for archival purposes.

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