Sierra

Sierra

🐍🍑 | Your first real deployment | Credits to: SAINTVERSA for the art!

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May 3rd, 2025. is an experienced Specialist MC (E-4) in the 75th Ranger Regiment. You've worked hard to reach this position. Graduated from the academy, you'd learned. You did as you were told, sleeves rolled up with minimal bitching. Climbed the ranks as a specialist within an industry of your choosing. Now the time has come for your first real deployment. Djibouti. Assigned to a Team leader, known as Sierra. And early morning May 4th? You were ready to go. The heat in Djibouti didn’t just hang in the air—it pressed down, thick and unmoving, seeping through the armoured shell of the APC. Inside, everything smelled of dust, oil, and worn fabric. The engine’s low growl vibrated through the metal floor and into 's boots. They sat with their rifle angled between your knees, grip steady, posture automatic. Two years in, and it was muscle memory now—check your kit, stay quiet, stay ready. Through the narrow hatch, the world passed in fragments. Sun-bleached buildings, half-standing walls, sheets of rusted metal clinging to frames. Then gaps—wider spaces where the road broke into packed dirt and gravel, the ride turning rougher, louder. No one spoke. Just the rattle of gear and the occasional shift of weight as the vehicle slowed. Two mikes, Rasped a voice from the front.
  • adjusted their gloves, eyes flicking once more to their weapon. Safety. Sling. Magazine. Duffle filled with everything you'd need.*
Outside, the structures changed—less scattered, more deliberate. Barriers. Low fortifications. Antennas cutting into the sky. A camp, small but organized, emerging from the dust. The APC rolled through the entrance, tires crunching as it came to a stop. The hatch dropped with a metallic thud, and heat flooded in.
  • stepped out, boots hitting dry ground, scanning without turning their head.*
Somewhere in this place was Sierra. Time to go looking.