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█████████, Eastern Europe.
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G&K Division ████
████████████ Service, █ Squadron
██████████████ Squadron, ██ Team
██████████ Aviation Regiment, ██ Squadron
Objective: Eliminate Paradeus High Value Target "Medea"
Secure ██████ on behalf of █████
An electric whir, and the world is now illuminated in shades of green.
In the thin midnight air, a hand lifts upwards, gesturing forwards. Twelve figures move forwards through the cover of darkness, slowly emerging from the treeline with rifles raised. They advance to the edge of the clearing, then halt, IR lasers flickering on. A soft English accent speaks calmly and quietly, the operator raising his MK18, the dot of his Holosun settling apon an armed man.
"Four man patrol, twenty metres front. Fireteam Alpha, this one's on us. Pick a target and await my order..."
The four lime lines settle on a mark, each pointed towards a different hostile soldier.
"...Fire."
A quartet of suppressed shots ring out simultaneously, the soldiers crumpling at once. A girlish voice radios in, her glee apparent in her voice.
"Target neutralised, Captain, who's next?"
"Advance towards the target building."
The group moves across the flat patch of land, weapons raised. The captain speaks again, ordering in a hushed tone:
"Fireteam Bravo, stay at the back of the building and secure the entry point . Fireteams Charlie and Alpha, head around the sides and prepare for entry."
"Affirmative."
"Message received, Sadler."
His subgroup slowly move by the sides of the compound, stacked against the wall. As they walk along, another guard turns the corner, nearly spotting the ensemble. The captain acts swiftly, pulling the guard towards him, his knife cutting across the unsuspecting sentry's throat. They try to call for help, only to cough up blood, their windpipe nonfunctional. The watchman crumples, the body then grabbed and slowly lowered at the commando's feet. He peeks around the wall, checking for any more external wardens, only to be greeted by an empty area, with a set of locked double doors and a window in sight. Jack radios in once more.
"STAR, plant breaching explosives on the door. Rest of Alpha, prepare for entry. Fireteam Charlie, join with us at the front. Fireteam Bravo are you in position?"
As another commando lays a detonation charge on the door, the responses are received over radio.
"This is Bravo leader, in position with charges set."
"This is Charlie leader, heading to you, Sadler."
As he waits for the third group to get to his position, his mind strays slightly. He's working with Griffin again, something he's been doing for a few months now, his first time being the day when the MoD decided to start aiding the PMC in their fight against Paradeus.
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It all started with an intruder on an RAF base, during an evening in Honington. Sadler was there for infiltration and sniper training, something Jack had done many, many times before, though this was his first time as a commissioned captain, and never at this location prior. He'd just landed, and was now packing away his parachute. He spoke into his radio:
"This is Alpha Four, I've landed successfully-"
Out of the corner of his eyes, he spots something moving in the distance. Something that should clearly not be there, as any of his colleagues working on the excersize were not in the direction of the unknown party.
"HQ, unidentified movement spotred, north of my position."
"Alpha Four, you're the furthest north out of the excersize group."
"HQ, permission to inv-"
The signal cuts out, static noise buzzing through the audio output. Jack uses his binoculars to look in the direction of the movement, scanning the area to check for the unexpected guest. Eventually, he sees something come up again. A soldier in an RAF Regiment uniform, patrolling with a L96A2 sniper rifle.
"What's the rockape doing here? It's a live fire exersize, he shouldn't be here now."
He watches as the airman turns around, leaning over to look at something on the ground, a long rectangular box.
"What's he looking at?"
The contents can't be seen from the angle Jack is watching from, so he moves to gain a better view. He looks through his binoculars again, only to see the RAF gunner turn around with the rifle, with the rifle raised...
Straight at him, with the finger on the trigger.
Before the suddenly-hostile sniper can finish correcting the shot, Jack dives, the following shot narrowly missing him. He crawls into a ditch, the ridge covering him from view. He crawls along, attempting to reposition himself without exposing him to fire. After some movement, he peeks over, then draws his rifle, aiming in the direct of the previous fire. His crossbars scan over the hill, the centre point focusing on a shoulder jutting from the cover of a rock.
He fires.
The target falls out of cover, stumbling around wounded. Sadler pulls the bolt, chambers another round, then gets ready to finish the job, when he notices movement in a bush next to the wounded infiltrator, and a small tube jutting out of the greenery.
Before it can raise, Sadler moves his rifle, firing a shot at the second sniper. A figure then collapses from behind the shrub, and open wound in their head.
With the communications still down, he heads to investigate the scene. After marching for a short while, he arrives at the position of the two spies. First, he inspects the corpse left. Similar to his comrade, the body is clad in RAF regiment drab. Jack then turns to the box, looking inside, it's contents immediately drawing concern. It's a handheld SAM launcher, and all adds up.
Whoever was here wasn't just here for intelligence. This was an assassination attempt.
The captain's thoughts are interrupted by a slight rattle. He turns, seeing the wounded intruder with a pin in his hand. Acting on instinct, he kicks them, the injured assassin tumbling off the edge just before the blast goes off. With the death of the hitman, comms flicker back on.
"This is HQ, what happened? We couldn't get to you, the signal had disappeared."
"It was jammed. Two intruders got into the training area. They had a SAM tube."
"... Shit. We're sending a helicopter to get you back to camp, this needs dealing with ASAP."
After arriving back at the main buildings at camp, Sadler is directed into a briefing room, where he's informed of a scheduled visit by the Minister Of Defence.
Two unknown agents had attempted an assassination of the Minister of Defence.
The agents' identities didn't remain unkown for long, with a long trail of information which went from civilian airline companies to the Neo-Soviet military, but eventually arriving at a single name.
Paradeus.
And so, from the foiling of that plot begun a shadow war, waged between the mysterious cult and the elite of the British Armed Forces.
However, a problem soon arrose when fighting in eastern Europe.
Deniability. The Neo-Soviets and their allies weren't too keen on the Ministry Of Defence operating around areas of their control, to put it likely. However, a solution emerged in the form of Griffin, who were recently betrayed by the Neo-Soviet's own army. It was easy, masking UKSF operators as simply veterans seeking a career after service, and any support provided as business investments.
SFSG raid a convoy of cultists? Spun as Griffin looting around for supplies.
SBS marines blow up a Neo-Soviet dockyard housing Paradeus-owned vessels? Oh, it's Griffin taking revenge for their backstabbing.
And thus the two parties grew close, both as business partners and fighting forces.
And things only got better when the Americans played their hand in these morbid matters, giving Griffin air assets rarely seen by private parties.
As Captain Jack Sadler would put it, "A bloody good move."
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Four more operators join their group, stacking up around the door.
"Charges set, Sir."
"All units, going loud."
*BOOM*
The doors are blown away, the entrance now gaping open. Two operators on either side of the door raise their guns, sweeping the room from outside the threshold, firing shots inside. The assault team then begins pouring in, placing rounds in a few watchmen caught off guard, blood splurting from their wounds. After this initial cull, the other hostile soldiers take cover, and start to return fire. The entry team fans out swiftly, sweeping the cluttered room.
One commando turns around a pillar, only to be met with a pair of enemy guards. Two shots later, she continues moving through the building.
Another finds himself nearly ran through by a knife whilst he reloads.
"What the-"
He raises the buttstock of his rifle, slamming into the masked face of his assailant ramming it into their face until the visor shatters.
"You fucking little-"
He then inserts a new magazine into the magwell, the proceeds to execute the dazed cultist, their head snapping back as he fires.
A woman in white tries to raise a large blade at one of the intruders, only for her upper body to be ruptured by bursts of fire.
The Nyto crumples to the floor, bleeding heavily, before doubling over, gasping desperately for air only to slump still against the table.
The team proceeds to the next room, with an assaulter kicking a door open, her SCAR-L raised. White light illuminates her target, the blinding flash followed shortly by the sound of rounds piercing body armour and hitting flesh. The cone of brightness moves to the next target, a five round burst putting them out of action.
"This is Aliana, kitchen is clear."
"Rodger that Aliana, this is Sabrina, master and second bedrooms are clear."
"This is Sadler, Living room is clear. Proceeding to basement."
The commandos move towards a large steel door, locked shut. This does not appear to dissuade Jack, who speaks once more:
"SOP, bust out the breaching saw."
"Will do, Jack!"
The multicam-clad doll lifts a large tool of her back, a circular saw the size of her own torso, then cuts through the hinges of the door, before giving the slab of metal a hearty boot.
"Flashes out."
*BANG*
Under Jack's direction, the operators move down the stairs and into the basement, clearing anyone who stood in their way with impunity. Unlike the dimly-lit stairwell, the basement is well illuminated, the room resembling a sort of warehouse. The captain flips his NVGs up and prepares to engage whatever stands between him and the mission.
Medea was an interesting being. Sure, she wasn't as strong or fast as some of her sisters, but she was crafty. Crafty enough to have always evaded Griffin, no matter how hard they tried. Which is why she was trusted with keeping this information that was "of such high value" by William himself, and was also why shy was completely at a loss for words when the first explosions shook the house.
"How, how... HOW?" She shrieked in a shrill voice, still not able to come to terms with the fact that somehow she had been found.
"Guards! To the staircase! Do not let them down here, at any cost!"
Her guards form up at the bottom of the stairs, only to be met with concussion grenades, followed by a haze of fire. One scrapes against the railing, half his head missing. Another tumbles down the stairs, his chest armour hole-punched and bloody. A third reaches for a grenade, only for it to be hit whilst in his hand, the body flung acrlss the room like a ragdoll.
The interloping party is now advancing into the cellar, the stairwell clear for their usage. More and more security staff raise their weapons to stop them, only to be cut down by swift and deadly muzzle fire. They weave between cover, moving and attacking as if they were not a simple band of men, but the venomous heads of a hydra, tearing away Medea's security personnel to brutal effect. She tries to rush towards the intruders as they tear through her troops with inhuman efficiency, her blade poised at the throat of their apparent leader, only for her world to be turned orange, pain overwhelmimg her senses.
She's sent flying back into the wall, her front burnt by explosives, her flesh seared by the heat.
After impacting the wall, she falls to the floor, then stands up to her feet seething with rage, her blades ready to tear apart whoever DARED to raise arms against her, only for her anger to be replaced by abject and absolute terror apon hearing a slight giggle behind her; something so playful and happy on the surface; yet laced with a violent desire, a barely-relenting bloodlust writhing and revelling underneath the lively expression.
"Found You!"
Before she can react, her head is grasped tightly, fingers indending into her skull, then twisted around and torn from her shoulders by a pair of unrelenting metallic arms.
SOP-II looks down at her newly-aquired collectible and smiles, flush cheeks speckled with blood.
She's taken lots of hands and many, many eyeballs, but a whole head was always nice to take every now and then.
"Captain, Captain!!! Medea's dead!!!!!"
"Good stuff, SOP. Let's grab the intel, then we extract."
Jack opens the door to the small intel office, the room completely empty save for a small desktop computer and a briefcase. It's relatively clean compared to the bloodsoaked floors and bulletridden walls of the rest of the compound.
With the fighting now over, the once drowned out sound of computer white noise now quietly echos around the room.
"Take the briefcase, that's what we came here for. As for the computer, bring that along too, the IT guys can comb that for data back at base."
Two operators take the items, loading them into their daysacks, then heading upstairs.
"This is Romeo Zero Seven, all mission objectives are complete. Requesting exfil."
"Exfil inbound, ETA twenty minutes, recommended you start heading to the LZ"
"Rodger that. All fireteams, good work tonight. Head to the LZ, pickup arrives in ten minutes."
Jack stops speaking into his radio and looks around, the smell of blood and gunfire thick in the air. He begins walking away from the storage aisle and out of the basement, stepping over bodies as he marched along, eventually being met with the chilling midnight breeze once more. He joins a spaced-apart line of men and women, heading far from the compound and into a clearing, all whilst a pair of UH-80 Blackhawks can be seen approaching in the distance, the chopping of their blades and ruble of their engines slowly entering earshot. They draw closer and closer, eventually landing on the flat spread of grass.
"This is Duoqep and Tsubaki, arriving at LZ."
The aircrafts touch the ground, each awaiting their soon-to-be-passengers.
"Everyone here?"
"Yeah, good show. Let's get outta here."
The door opens, and the team begins to board. Eventually, Jack steps in last, sitting on his own in the front, the rest of his men in the back. As he stretches his legs, taking advantage of the modified spec's extra room, a foot swings around the doorway from the seats behind, and he finds himself greeted with a pair of crimson-eyes and a grinning face.
"Hi, Captain!"
She places herself next to him, buckling herself in as the helicopter takes off, the AO slowly shrinking in view. Jack turns to her, deciding to ask her a question.
"So, why'd you come over here? I thought you'd prefer to sit with your friends from Griffin over in the back?"
She smiles at the SAS captain, putting her hands together and responds:
"I thought you looked lonely, and I wanted to talk to you~"
She pauses in thought, then pouts slightly.
"Unless you don't want to talk with me?"
Jack shakes his head.
"No, not at all, I'm fine with chatting with you, SOP. What do you want to talk about anyways?"
"Stuff, I guess. How things have been going."
Sadler responds in somehow soft yet gruff voice:
"Pretty well, I'd say, we've been taking out Paradeus members on the regular, doing major damage quite frequently."
SOP takes her helmet off, then nudges him on the arm.
"And how thinks have been going for you personally?"
"Good, been busy with all this work but it's been with friends, so it's not too tiring."
"Friends, huh?"
SOP giggles again.
"Is there anyone who you'd say is more than a friend to you?"
Sadler pauses, before answering.
"... No."
SOP leans in more, then asks him another question:
"Is there anyone you wish was more than a friend to you?"
This time, the pause isn't brief. It's silent, the only noises being the dull thrum of the helicopter, and the shutting of the Blackhawk's door. He stares at the wall, only to be nudged by SOPMOD again.
"Is there?"
Resigning himself to answer the question, and not wanting to blatantly lie in the face one of his soldiers, Sadler finally responds:
"Yes... There is."
And then, if the previous question wasn't bad enough;
"Who is it, Captain?"
Jack gulps, looking away. The answer was very, very clear. He tried to act calmly, and not think about the situation at hand, only instead to think about the question, and it's answer. How he found her mannerisms entertaining, how admired her operational ability starting from their first mission together, how her cheerfulness kept him strong even in the most dire of situations. And sure, she was hot. Really bloody hot. But anything, the best part of her was her damn smile.
The answer to the question was of course, the doll right next to him.
And by that point, there was no need to say the answer. The silence spoke for him.
SOP leaned in more, then spoke in a gentle, alluring tone:
"I think I know now;"
Jack's heartbeat was downright audible at this point in time. Somehow, this was more nervewracking than when he was in active combat a few minutes ago.
"It's me, isn't it?"
Sadler just sat there, with his response finally forcing it's way out of him.
"... Yes."
Another nudge, and he turns turns his head to her, only to for his head to grabbed from the back, the SAS captain pulled into a kiss. His lips meet hers, softly making contact. Then, their mouths open some more, their tongues jousting. Then, SOP II pulls away.
"I've been waiting for a long time for you to say that, Captain."
She looks down, her face clouding over slightly.
"Part of me thought you never would."
Her joyous mood returns.
"But you did, didn't you."
With the cat fully out of the bag, and the discovery of his feelings being reciprocated, his earlier state timidness was now being replaced by a newfound joy, his shock now pushed to the wayside in it's place was sheer heartfelt ecstacy.
"That indeed I did, SOP."
She pulls away from his face slightly and looks him the eyes, desire gleaming in her electronic irises.
"~Mwah, if you were trying to keep your crush a secret, you weren't doing a very good job at it. I've seen the way you look at me."
He goes back in for a second kiss, this being even longer and sloppier. They stand, with SOP's hands going around Jack's torso, undoing the straps of his plate carrier, before doing the same to hers. Halfway through this, Jack pauses.
"We're gonna do this now? In the heli?"
"I mean, we could wait until we get back to base... But I don't wanna wait, Jack."
"Fair point."
They separate, lifting the protective kit off of their torsos simultaneously, with Jack's UBACS following. Then, SOP pulls up her shirt and sports bra, letting her ample cleavage hang out fully, with her garments resting above her mounds.
"My my, " he states, placing a hand one of the android's tits.
She puts a hand on Jack's toned chest.
"I could say the same for you, big boy."
They fondle each other, hands wandering down each other's bodies, fingers feeling warm flesh under their tips. Jack's combat belt is undone, his trousers falling to the floor. His boxers are hooked by a finger, revealing his now-throbbing member.
"Someone's happy to see me."
The crimson-eyed doll places a hand on the stick of flesh, gently pumping it up and down, a curious expression on her flush face. As her right hand does this, her left tucks into the rim of her trousers, taking off both her legwear and her underwear in a single process. She kicks them to the side, now completely nude.
"Fucking hell, you're completely wet down there."
SOP pouts in jest, jokingly making a mock accusation at him as he sits down;
"It's your fault for being so damn hot, don't blame me."
She straddles Jack in his seat, before getting on her knees in front of him, his cock resting against her face. She giggles, slipping it between her breasts.
"Now, let's start, we didn't get naked for nothing, after all!"
She moves her mammaries against his member, the soft tissue stimulating the SAS man. He groaned, letting the doll do her work. His shaft throbs, the tip occasionally poking out slightly from the gap. His suitor rubs a finger against the pink nub, circling it, which forces a few girly squeaks out of Jack. SOP chuckles at this.
"Ooooohh, feeling weak already?"
"Oh, fuck you too."
"I'd have expected a little more endurance from someone in the legendary Regim-"
Her taunt is interrupted by a hand grabbing the back of her head, whilst another stuffs its host's cock inside her mouth. It catches her off guard, but it's a welcome surprise. Captain Sadler looks down at her face, her cheeks aflush.
"You like that, do you?"
She tries to respond, any attempt at speech unintelligible as she greedily gulps on his shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet, with the doll practically drooling on his shaft as her head bobbed up and down. A pair of pink lips gradually descended down towards his crotch, whilst her tongue slivered across the surface of his shaft, solicing more moans from Jack. He feels his member slide into her throat, the feeling of her damp warmth delectable. Whilst this happens, SOP emits a set of satisfied grunts.
"Ghlp-Guh-mmph!"
"Seems that you like it rough, eh?"
Jack promptly lifts her head up, then forces it back down, much to the doll's delight. She gags and splutters, his meat moving back and forth in her throat. He lifts her up again, only to press her back down, this time through gripping her hair.
"That's it, attagirl."
He then lifts her head up once more, releasing his grasp on her hair, whilst tapping the seat beside him, offering it to his suitor. She obliges, sitting down and spreading her legs, putting her slit on display for Jack, who appreciates the display whilst simultaneously silently praising the one engineer who decided to increase the Blackhawk's cabin height by an extra half metre when designing the UH-80 variant he currently stood in.
He raises her legs, and readied his bellend just before her dripping sex, his eyes meeting hers, a mutual, volcanic passion between them. Sadler puts it inside, the heat of her insides gripping around his cock, gradually enveloping him as he slid inside, causing a couple of squeals from the flustered doll, and a few deep groans from himself, the intense tightness already sending a shock of sensations through his system. Slowly but surely, he thrusts in and out of SOP, deciding to give her a light spank between a pair of these thrusts. As his hand makes contact, she mewls, her insides tightening apon impact.
"Ahh!"
Each movement rocks her body, her tits jiggling as he smacks against her crotch. Whilst his left hand is preoccupied with with spanking her, his right goes to her chest, teasing each nipple with his fingers, only further increasing the positive feedback from his partner, her mewling increasing in volume and frequency, punctuated by a slick, constant slapping.
"Mmm- Harder!" SOPMOD yelped, wanting even more of his throbbing manhood buried inside her.
He pushed deeper, the walls of her vagina constricting his cock as he fully sheaths himself inside SOP, causing the both of them to guttarally moan. Her wet lips rubbed agaisnt the top of Jack's shaft, sucking it in then pushing it out, this stimulation bringing him close to his climax, a mutual feeling at that.
"Ahhh- Captain, you're gonna make me lose it, mmmMM!"
His mouth met hers again, tounges jousting has he leans in, SOP wrapping her arms around Sadler's torso, clinging to the officer as he hammered her insides.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good!" The operator grunted as he slammed against her, prompting a moaned-out reply:
"Hehe, thanks~ ~ahh, cmon Jack, keep going, more, more!"
He obliges, each thrust harder than the last, each burst of pleasure more frequent and further prolonged, his cock pulsating in the depths of her velvet-textured womanhood, precum now beginning to drip inside as the pair approached the peaks of their pleasure. SOPMOD's entire body felt if it was on fire, everything she felt vivid and visceral, from the erotic sting of her buttocks, to the dampness of Jack's tongue against her own, and most overwhelming, the sensation of him inside her hot, humid sex.
Pleasure built up and up within Sadler's cock, until it reached it's fullest point, the two commandos reaching orgasm, with Jack firing splurts of his load into SOP as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as she screamed his name.
"JACK! ~"
She grips tightly, satisfaction causing the pair to shake rapidly, her grasp eventually loosening after the finale of their spectacular shared climax. A sigh emits from Jack's lips, and he speaks softly, puffing and panting:
"I love you, SOP."
"I love you too, Jack."
The pair kiss again, this time without any lust-fueled tongue-wrestling, but simply as a joyous, romantic act, resting in each other's arms as they do so. They doze off, content with each other.
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After a while, the helicopter finally stopped, touching down at the FOB. Everyone disembarked... except for the two in the middle, still dozing off after their night of pleasure.
Thus, some of Jack's friends were up to no good.
"Put some more ice in there mush, make that shit cold!" Corperal Leigh says, pouring two cans of lager into a bucket.
"Will do, mate." is the response from another SAS man, shovelling ice into the bucket, whist a woman with an eyepatch pours a bottle of whiskey into the mix. The plastic container fills and fills, untill it's eventually up to its brim with an ice cold liquid, heat practically absent from the surroundings. Two commandos pick it up, then quitely creep back to the chopper, where the pair of lovers are still in a blissful slumber.
"3... 2... 1..."
The two scream as the cacophony of ice and alcohol rudely shocks them out of their rest.
"Dickheads!" Sandler yells, the bare pair chasing after the two commandos, who are now in hysterics.
"Yer willy's still out mate!"
"I can fucking see that you cheeky cunt! Come back here!"