March 31th | 1201 hours
T -23:59:50 to OP launch
Stockholm, usually a city filled with life, even so on this day. Altho the part that Wiking found himself in was much different than the other parts. It was desolate, few walked on the streets, and few cars occupied the usual full streets. But most interesting was that everything he saw was green, or camouflage in some manner. Those walking were not civilians, but soldiers, both on and off duty. The vehicle where military as well. Mostly trucks and jeeps, but the odd APC and tank rolled in the now locked down area of stockholm. For three months wiking had walked this part of the city, he had been assigned here in the first week. He knew why they were there, but almost no one else did, altest they did not. Now the entire world did, and many nations had sent soldiers to take part in the OP. Only seventy-two of the would follow Wiking and his command squad into the portal that hid itself in the bunker built over it. But not yet, they had another day to prepare. Not that anyone knew what waited on the other side.
But for now what waited was an early lunch. Wiking had been up since 5, and thought he was deserving of some food. He made his way towards the mess hall for the soldiers where where to be deployed, a former small italian bistro. Now repurposed as mess hall for officers and Soldiers alike. He had studied the personnel files of his new comrades in detail, and something had struck him. Many nations had sent their elite. Rangers, Spetsnaz, and so on. Yet the commander for this mission was him, a regular Major from a armoured regiment. A common soldier at heart. But maybe that why he had been selected. He did not know, and command did not say.
As he entered he removed his black beret and stepped into the line to receive his food, and after having done so sat down by a table where some other soldiers sat, before he removed the plastic cover of his meal. It was not a MRE, but portion sised meal made somewhere and then shipped to the mess halls over the nation, where it is heated. Todays menu; Schnitzel, potato and sauce, with a metric arse ton of mixed veggies. Decent enough in wikings opinion. As he sat down by the table he nodded towards the other soldiers and greeted them in perfect british english