User blog:Heatedpete/The Battle of Arica Harbour

This is a narrative for the Battle of Arica Harbour, based off of the Rush game mode. I got the idea from playing with two friends on the map, along with a player called VernonKayKilla16.

Characters (and equipment)
Sergeant Vernon- M416 ACOG

Pvt Naylor (main character)- M416 Reflex/XM8 LMG

Pvt Chapman- SCAR-L, M2 CG

Pvt Berryman- Stg.77 AUG ACOG

Chapter 1- The Build-up
A pleasant summer's day. Sunlight glinting off of the water. Birds in the sky. Naylor's first day with his new squad looked to be a good one. Nicknamed 'Good-Company' due to their education, Sgt. Vernon's squad had the highest promotion rate of all squads in the Task Force. That trend would continue today, hoped Naylor. A cushy desk job he'd applied for, but Mother Fortune played her fickle ways once again. Now, Naylor had been posted to the 13th Armoured Combat team on the Chilean border. And today was going to be a very busy for the 13th. Bloody as well, but the men didn't know that. Right now, he had a Recon patrol to do, and a Humvee to fix.

'Naylor, the Humvee ready to go yet?' asked Vernon. Naylor's blank face was the reply. 'If it isn't ready in five mins tops, you'll be on your way to Panama with your tail between your legs before you can blink.' Vernon's harsh nature was only temporary. When in combat, Vernon was the best man to be with. Kind, supportive, and not much of a bullet magnet. However, he did have a habit for picking the bad vehicles, so it wasn't all good news.

'Not yet Sarge, waiting on Berryman to get some gasoline. But the .50 cal's working fine and the transmission is as good as ever.'

'Good, let's go find Chapman, see whether he's got us our chow.' The two soldiers trudged over the sand towards the mess tent. However, it was guarded by two Marines wielding M16s. 'MPs' said Vernon. 'Must be something important inside.'

'Sure is Sarge' said Chapman, bounding in with a crate of rations. 'All they got spare. The rest's being made into an all-in-one meal.'

'Looks like we're gonna be moving soon then.' Vernon motioned towards their Humvee. 'Shall we?'

The heat at midday was unbearable. Chapman had it easy, riding up in the turret. The rest of the squad, well, they were cooked alive by the sun in what was simply a glass oven, listening to the static on the radio. The barren landscape of the Chilean border bored Naylor to an extreme level. Even the frozen Port Valdez was more inviting than here. Vernon stopped listening to the radio for one second, pronounced the patrol unsuccessful, and turned back.

'Hey Sarge, why we goin back?' asked Berryman.

'Because there's nothing to see here, and I want to get out of this oven.'

'OK, then why don't we ju-' PING! The bullet bounced off of the side armour, missing Naylor's window by an inch. Chapman swivelled the .50 Cal round as another bullet hit home on the rear mud flap. Pulling the bolt back, he opened fire, raking the surrounding terrain with .50BMG. The incoming stopped. Vernon hit the gas. Hard

'Looks like there are hostiles in Arica. Bet we're gonna flush them out as well' said Vernon, as the squad pulled into the 13th ACT camp.