Deployed as Bravo 3 FTL
A flick of my magic wand, and Bravo 3 vanished into thin air, to appear at our designated flat-open-ground, calcification upon teleporting being a thing of the past! Not so lucky at avoiding the requisite nausea, though. Once the four of us had ceased puking our guts out, we assembled in a very well-arranged, oft-used, rubbish-strewn outpost, well hidden underneath the crest of the hill. We heard the first of the column motor on past us on the road below, and we were told to "Let Alpha begin the ambush." We were assured that this meant that Alpha would spring
the ambush rather than have it sprung on them, but either way, they kept to the letter of the law, if not the spirit
This, of course, meant that Bravo was to bear the brunt of combat, and boy howdy did we. A 14-man element was reduced, and reduced, and reduced some more, myself catching a very nasty case of BMP-itis to the face.
It subsequently took our beloved squad leader a quarter-hour to realize I was le kaput
Deployed as Fox FTL
The Mission of the Headless Chickens, is how I would term this - a rousing battlecry went up from base as the defenders sallied forth to completely obliterate the Alpha / Delta element, then most of the Bravo / Echo element, and finally to harass and claim my life from Fox / Charlie. In the process, they sniped our Deputy Commander, flanked and murderized our CO, and systematically eradicated any semblence of Command, Control, Communications & Intelligence that has been purported to exist in Folk ARPS. My last orders as de-facto platoon leader was "Swarm the airfield, everyone charge the hangers!"
Before I had to seize ze reins from Our Dear Leaders' cold, dead fingers, Fox Fire Team was brilliant, even with our late-arriving Alex. We fire-and-maneuvered our way across the fields like the most HS / LD 360-no-scope spec-ops ranger-SEAL-beret bad dudes Chernarus has ever seen. Before we all died to dudes with FALs shooting us in our tactical hineys from 600 meters.
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Fall of Aziz
Deployed as Bravo Best Squad Leader
Quoth SuperU: "Do this!"
Quoth Yours Truly: "Already done!"
Quoth the AI: "..." (nothing, because THEY'RE DEAD!)
Bravo started as 10 men - me and IceRaiser leading two four-man fire-teams. Slowly, methodically, we chewed our way through Southern Zargabad, fortifying buildings with one fireteam, then using that strongpoint to leverage the other fireteam into the next building over, rinse & repeat until Bravo 1 takes 3 casualties who don't duck, and folds into Bravo 2. Finally, there's your badass Squad Leader, who personally eradicates a threat to Bravo 2 at the start, murderizes another dude waiting to ambush the advancing Alpha, and nails a third dude from 400 meters using a freakin' AK-74.
To cap it all off, Yours Truly follows Lord and Savior SuperU around a corner into two Makarov wielding freaks! They spew their invective and their bullets at me! The bullets bounce off of my Kryptonian skin (though their words wound me deeply and make me cry a single tear of blood) and I return the favor with an entire magazine of 5.45mm. Then, VICTORY! At least, that's what I'll say if The Party ever releases us from this Gulag. Cabbage stew, anyone?
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Deployed as KSK Alpha Rifleman
"Don't mind me," quoth the CO. "I'm just going to engage these guys around the Takistani HQ."
And lo and behold, the entirety of Zargabad took up arms against us, with Takistani Army dudes swarming in upon us from all directions. PKMs. So. Many. PKMs. The night resembled the skybox of the Death Star, that's how many green tracers were spraying all over the place.
Needless to say, our 10-man rifle element was thoroughly erased from the map as we tried to maneuver on the black-turbans. As I was laying wounded on a rooftop, I stared helplessly east down the road as I clearly spotted 5 o' the Black Turbans crossing the road like big, fat, waddling chickens at 300 meters. If I'd not been incapacitated, they would surely have perished in a hail of 5.56mm, but alas, it was not to be.
Teamwork was brilliant however. With our unfortunate FTL Alex eating a bullet early in the mission, Alpha Fire Team proved Germany to be the ultimate socialist utopia when we co-lead Aquarius to become the last KSK commando alive! Yes, Tiger and I were a well-oiled love-machine in the-- No, well-oiled murder-machine. Yeah. We killed so many of those filthy AI swarming us. Yeah, that's totally what we did on that rooftop. Alone. In the dark.
Deployed as Lead Vuvuzela!