Mission:Thalassophobia
Role: Dr.Betty
TL;DR: Not so friendly fire; I have a PHD.
Pooter took charge of this one and by take charge I
mean; he literally charged the enemy as CO.
As his Medic raised the concern that I would be second in command but this was laughed away through blood sweat and tears of our enemies. (Some friendly).
The plan with this mission is to clear multiple islands. Pooter being Pooter decided we would tackle the challenge in an anti-clockwise fashion (disgusting).
Alpha team and bravo began our assault with the basic idea of each team clearing their side of the island and moving pretty much parallel to each other to avoid friendly fire.
Bravo decided that it would be better to instead advance then turn back on to alpha causing all sorts of grief and knicker twisting.
Regrouping (literally as some fire teams were down to 2 people) we boarded the boats and advanced to the next island. We had to take two trips and our Uber driver Netkev received a poor review for tardiness. (Plus, blood. everywhere).
As second wave I expected a welcome comity but they were all but dead. An enemy boat came to greet us and unleashed all hell with its explosive grenade launcher.
Indecisiveness my old friend washed over me as I took command showing my PHD certificate as proof of competentness. (printed at home). My focus was taking out the boat.
My idea was simple. jump in the dinghy with <insert name> go back to our gunboat and take it out.
The plan was sound. The team was ready. My mind was ready. My body was ready. I got in the dinghy. "ah, wrong position" *switch to another*. death by voodoo.
Yep. dead. Don't know why. Just evacuated my bowels in the shallow waters and that was that.
Some cool snaps.
Professional Try-hard.