"The Bloodless, bloodthirsty humanoid creature with endless greed for slaves and power. Out it comes from the Great Vortex in the Atlantic ocean with hellish red eyes and milky white skins. Frontline intel suggests that they are using highly advance tech to control the elements. You must proceed with high caution when dealing with them. More intel will follow. God speed, gentlemen."
The smell of gunpowder mixed with blood fill the air as M and Staff Seargeant R patrolling along the trenches thinking about his instruction that he received from his commander a couple of months ago.
Serving as Corporal, M has been trained to infiltrate and eliminate any threat that might pose to be hinderance towards NATO, but due to manpower shortage, he has been redeployed as operator to protect the Washington flank line.
Although names are no longer necessary as operators will probably die in the upcoming battle, most of the officer prefers to call subordinates using alphabets rather than numbers to avoid emotional attachment and confusion that might disturb the operation.
Suddenly the sound of heavy rain mix with low growling emerges from R's radio.
"High command to all callsigns, satellite scans are ready. Hotel-Whiskey and Bravo-Tango actual come to briefing now, over."
"10-4, M get J and N ready, briefing in 5 minutes."
R respond through his radio and order M to get ready.
"aye, sir."
M replied.
As he walks down towards the barracks, he noticed the moonlight shine unusually bright tonight almost as if there's some form of magic. Maybe it is the bloodless tech, perhaps it's just his imagination but whatever it is. M does not like that one bit.
"Hey, briefing in 5, let's get going lads."
M said as he goes in the tent to put down his rifle.
"Aye, I'm getting up."
J answer with annoyance in his voice.
N get up without saying anything before she slowly walks out of the tent.
Not long after Hotel-Whiskey squad arrive at CP.
CP structure was tight and compact with pentagon style structure to withstand the impact of the arcane attack.
2 soldiers stand guard in front of the CP with Type 44 -Automatic carbine. They don't seem to pay much attention as he R, N and J enter the CP.
"Aye, Hotel-Whiskey is 'ere, now we can start."
One of the officers said as Hotel-Whiskey squad walk inside.
Standing beside him is the High General of the third Army, Lucas Felhart. Dressed in all black uniform with raven engraved crest insignia on his chest.
HIgh General gave each operators tablets that contain high definition quality image of satellite scans.
" Gentlemen, according to the satellite scans the bloodless are now practising some strange ritual that draws energy from the moon, causing the nearby element to form a physical embodiment that is now guarding their foul spell caster.
Your task is to launch a surprise attack from point 26, 28 and 29 located NE from here. The rest of the callsign will be participating in the primary battle after the ritual site has been destroyed, any question?"
High General plan out his tactics, knowing that this is a suicide mission, sending 2 squads of marines into the enemy-infested territory is basically a deathwish, but there is no other choice.
European Union has already fallen, NATO will soon follow if The Third Army fail to push the Bloodless back south it would mean the end of mankind.
"No, sir."
R answer swiftly
"Good, now go get some rest, the surprise attack will begin at 0300."
"Sir, yes, sir."
In the blink of an eye, Hotel-Whiskey and Bravo-Tango actual leave the CP.
"God speed marines, the fate of humanity depends on you."
On the way to back to the barracks Y point out the elephant in the room.
"This is a suicide mission, isn't it?"
"I suppose it is."
answer N, the only female operator in the squad.
"What did they even expect us to do there?
Be a godamn bait while the rest of the army ran off?"
R light his cigarette.
"You ever heard of the Machine God? "
"Sir, are you on drugs?"
J answeres with snickers in his voice
"Nah, I don't think so."
Said R as he tucked up his shirt to show skull insignia carved onto his skin.
"Machine God? isn't that is just a myth, sir?"
"Not when I was stationed in Germany."
R pause to smoke before continuing.
"When I was in Germany, people there were desperately and in need of more powerful war engines. The tanks they make are being broken down like toys, bullets are never enough to go around, forcing them to use sword and bayonet against the unrelenting tides of both Bloodless and their elemental abominations.
But then one of the soldiers start to yell their heart out, and their weapons start to glow."
"With all due respect sir, what the fuck are you talking about?"
J starts to question his officer sanity.
"I am not joking, I've seen it with my own eyes. That guy gun's start glowing and-"
Suddenly M radio started to ring. The sound of artillery Battery fire and interference make the message almost unreadable.
"Bzzz...- This....--Army... Bzzzz-- need reinforcement on--... 26 over."
"I suppose the story will continue some other time. Get ready lads, the boys over there need some help."
R said as fling his cigarette away.
"Let send those Xenos back to hell where it belongs."