Soldier

Punsiher of Evil

(When you read this, play Bulletproof by Ffdp)
Sesa cocked his rifle, slamming the cartridge into the assault rifle, checking the balance on it.
"Mission is a go." He says to his squad, some of the toughest sons of bitches in the Corps.

Jo-Jo, the computer wiz. He could hack into anything with electricity, and he knew it.

Stitches, the doctor extrordinair. He once saved an idiot from bleeding out with nothing more than a paper clip and some Gorilla tape.

Sota, twin his brother. That son of a bitch was mean as hell, and he had one hell of a punch, but he had a soft spot for kids.

And himself, the wild child. He was known for going AWOL to get things done.
With him, his squad has more kills than DELTA and SEALS combined.

"Ooh rah, boys! Let's kick some camel lovin' ass!" Jo-Jo says, hoisting up a machine gun.
Sota snarled and strapped an extra pistol to his ankle.
Stitches packed extra morphine. Not for them, of course.
Sesa put a silencer on his rifle, making sure everything was perfect.

"Alright, ladies."
Sesa hits the button on the side, and the cargo door opens, letting the air circulate through the back of the vertabird.
"Let's go get some!"
Jo-Jo let out one hellashious yell as he literally did a backflip out of the plane.
Stitches ran out and did a swan dive.
Sota jumped normally.

Sesa was last, as usual.
He was feeling a bit creative today, so he decided to do a spin'n'dive.

A moment later, all he heard was the roar of the night air surround him, and he loved it. He liver his job. He loved his country.
But most of all, he hated the bad guys with a burning passion.

His boot jets came online, and he smirked as he flew across the sky like a fûcking super hero.
Flight of the Valkyrie played in his helmet, and he heard his friends join in on the chorus.
He laughed, then looked down as his sensors picked up a firefight between ISIS and Resistance fighters.

"Hey boys, how about we give them the good old American howdie do?" Sesa asks, knowing the answer already.
"Ooh-fûckin'-rah! Hell yeah!"
"I agree to this action, sir."
"Let's do this shit."

He smirked, then pulled the flap on his exosuit that released his wings. The others followed, and they glided down in the direct middle of the firefight.

"This is awesome!!" Jo-Jo laughed maniacally, shooting his machine gun at the ISIS troops. "I'm a fûckin' Superman!"
Sota tossed a C4 at a tank and blew it up, then ran up and body slammed one of the others.
Stitches immediately went for the wounded on either side.
Sesa fired his rifle, then turned to the Rebels.

"If you love your people," he said in Arabic, "Kill the lying dogs!"
What was left of the rebels yelled a battle cry, then charged from their hiding spots. Sesa decked an enemy soldier in his nose, killing him instantly while he simitaniously shoved a grenade in the throat of another, kicking him into a group of five of them, killing them all when the grenade exploded.

Stitches tried to help a rebel who was bleeding out, but he was attacked by an ISIS soldier with a bayonett.
"Excuse me, sir." He said, drawing a pistol from seemingly nowhere and shooting the bastard in the face. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Stopping the external artery wall from collapsing..."

Sota body slammed an enemy solder into a spike, impaling him. Then he threw a knife at another, catching him right in his scuicide vest, it blowing up and sending the knife, which was now in three pieces, around his head and into the bodies of three unfortunate bastards that charged him.
He fixed a glove on his hand.
"And that's how you kill three birds with one stone."

Jo-Jo was unleashing barrage after barrage of machine gun fire at the enemy, laughing as he did. When his gun ran out of ammo, he simply switched to his home-made flamethrower.
"This burns you bitches up, doesn't it?!" He yelled, laughing maniacally as he burned legions of them.

The ISIS soldiers were having a hard time keeping the ground that they so desperately needed against these Western devils and their new allies.
Of course, like in any war, some of the rebels died, but the Ghost team helped those that it could.