Cpl. Kyle Mulnik
I nodded to Morris and Pryz as they gave off their mag count. I was lucky I had probably the more skill group of the squad. Pryz and Capella, although Morris was sharp too. It was a comforting feeling. If I did anything stupid they'd let me know. It help keep us all alive if it ever came down to it. I looked over to see Ronan messing with one of the prisoners. He wasn't an awful guy, I personally enjoyed having him around at a DEFAC for some good conversation. But he fell into the same group as Irons, always fucking with the prisoners. Not in the same way, but it was still an annoyance nonetheless. Just let em' be and focus on the important shit.
As I thought about what Ronan was doing a ping and wizzing sound followed Ronan having his head nearly blown clean off his shoulders. It took a second for it to sink in, I could feel the warm splattering of blood and brain matter on me. But it just didn't register, I looked at Ronan for a good while. It was one of those things you just couldn't look away from. Something you never see everyday. I caught myself examining the stump on his shoulders, the dangling bits of flesh, the nub of the spine barely protruding from the rest of the fleshy mass. I sure I'm in shock or disbelief, maybe a bit of both. It was so quick though. I'd always thought it would end with a final message and a final gasp, just like all those stories you were told about soldiers. Not something so visceral, so violent, it end with a deep and wet thud rather then the way you'd been conditioned to handle it. You couldn't even apply any aid, basic never taught you about this. My stomach sank as a realization of hopelessness came over me as the seconds that felt like hours ticked by.
My stomach then thee itself violently up, it took me a moment to realize what was going on, we were yawning hard and losing altitude fast. I grabbed the bottom of the seat and tried to keep myself on the seat as tight as possible. I tightened my whole body up as we fell quickly from the sky.
Jesus... I muttered as I picked myself up from the wall of the helicopter. I stumbled about for amount, the interior a massive blur. I reset my footing several times as I tried to get my bearings back, holding onto some piece of metal to keep me supported. My head was ringing as clarity started to come back to me. i moved closer to the ramp that had burst open from the impact. I first saw Pryz on the ground, then Irons standing up and moving around. I then saw the body of Morris. She was writhing on the ground, my first reaction was to get on my knees and check her out, I instantly noticed the blood coming from her neck, it was dark and spreading everywhere. The soft flesh of her inner reckon turn outward from the force of a bullet or crash shrapnel cutting though her. My heart started to pound hard and fast, my eyes twitching back and forth from her dim and muted eyes to the wound. My breathing got heavier as sweat bellowed from my brow. I took a deep breath and I started applying pressure but she looked pretty fucked up. Looked over my shoulder looking to see if anyone else was as bad off, then I heard Porter.
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck I thought. I-I can't just leave Morris like this. I keep pressure as I yelled over for Pryz to help out and get her bandaged up. I fought back the panic as the sounds of incoming fire came from the trees. I quickly moved her off the ramp, dragged her behind it for protection before following Porters orders.
"You'll get help." I told Morris with a slightly panicked pant. I rushed over to where most of the prisoners had ended up. I got out my universal key set and first started on the guy next to Ronan, then moved over to the old fucker and the Asian. It didn't take too long to get to the girl who'd been giving Irons trouble and the last few.
"Wounded to the farm" I yelled over the pervasive pings and whistling of bullets smacking the hull of the helicopter. Initially I grabbed my M16 by the buttstock before transitioning into my hands and shoulders with a proper grip. I looked over to see Irons pointing his fucking rifle down towards us, jackass wasn't even shooting back, same for Farmer. As I passed Irons took him by the shoulder and gave him a forceful tug towards the back end of the chinook.
"Irons, Farmer why the fuck aren't you guys firing back?!." I yelled at the audibly frustrated with the two of them. Why the fuck couldn't they be like Rose. I got up to the back of the chinook and leaned half my body out of the metal haul. It took just half a second to see the drifting black figures in the treeline. I shouldered my rifle and lined up my sights to take a shot at them. Simple suppressing fire.
"Get ready to peel when the wounded are ready!" I yelled down the fuselage of the helicopter, to no one in particular, just anyone with a gun in their hand really. I then turned back to the guys shooting at us. I fired off another consistent series of surprising fire to try and keep the enemies head down. Hopefully we could get them out of the damned helicopter before we went black on ammo. Hopefully we could come back from this dodgy ass start up and get some cohesion going in the squad. We had to act quickly, I was down half a mag already and we still had to peel.