Lordt, The Call of Duty Chronicles. “Changin’ Mag”

I remember it like it was yesterday.

We suited up. Ghillies on, weaponry packed high and tight.

Rounding the first container I pumped a sentry full of lead. Then we hit the deck.

We were ghosts.

I looked at my watch. 45 minutes had passed since Alpha caught the tell-tale glint of a scope; A rookie error. Now we were aware.

A further 15 minutes passed. I moved off to try and draw some fire. It was all Alpha needed.

1 down.

We moved on until a similar situation occurred. Alpha took care of it.

Now we approached an olde building, most likely rife with targets. A pair of stood sentries outside. This had to be slick; silent and smooth as they say.

A thought occurred. I wanted a full mag in case things went bad. Alpha came to the same conclusion. It was a tough call as Alpha was close enough that the act might expose him. I had a bit of distance. But it didn’t matter as long as we were quiet…

Alpha nodded to me. “Changing mag” he whispered.

Then I think I must have had a stroke as before I knew it I bellowed at the top of my lungs. “CHANGIN’ MAAAAG!”

Seconds later Alpha was riddled by the sentries and I’d gone loud, hosing the area with the heavy machine gun that I had been told to leave behind.

I shouldn’t have needed them for this particular mission, but I happened to have a couple of flash bangs with me. I added these to the mix and got over to Alpha quick smart to administer adrenaline.

I not sure what was worse; the fact that he was dead or the fact that I found the whole situation highly comical.

Taking my time I mopped up before fading back into the foliage.

 

~ Lordt