In Service of the Crown
[center][b]>> For mood, "Swedish Pagans" by Sabaton. <<[/b][/center]
The room was dark. The white of the eyes of the other soldiers in her group was glowing eerily in the dim red light. Val bit down on her mouthgard, making sure it was in place as the boat they were sitting in sped up. Soon it was almost bouncing on top of the waves and their equipment shook and jingled. Soon, someone turned on music, "Swedish Pagans" by Sabaton. The group of soldiers started singing along and slamming the butts of their assault rifles into the floor in rhythm. The powerful song boosted moral like nothing else, and on a whistle signal they all unlocked their belts, grabbed their rifles and stood up, holding on to the railing. The next moment the boat breaked hard as the grenadelauncher on top started blasting. The doors above them swung up and the moment the attack boat slowed down enough, the first man threw himself out the hatch with a roar. The next followed, and the next after him. Val's heart was pounding in her chest and she was still snorting out the lyrics to the song as she lifted her rifle to high ready.
The guy before her started moving, her hand was on his shoulder and she pushed on, like a battering ram in his back and soon felt the person after he do the same to her. If she got hit by incoming fire she would be nothing but a meat shield for the trooper behind her, just like the guy in front of her was a shield for her. As she jumped out from the boat and felt her guts twitch at the momentarily feeling of freefall she howled like a mad banshee. Before her machineguns opened fire, the entire beach was lit up. Her CO pointed and shouted and she followed, almost by instinct. Her boots slushed in the muddy sand and she had to use all force she could to push forward, onto the shore to take up position behind a rock. Before her feet were even in position, her rifle was up, the red dot looking for a target as her finger slipped into the trigger guard and onto the trigger. Her battlebuddy landed next to her, and while it felt like half an eternity, only a handful seconds had passed until the next order came. They rose up as one and charged forward, howling together as machinegun fire blasted around her, her active ear protection making soft clicks for every bullet fired.
Swedish pagans, marching ashore.
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I have wanted to honour my military past for a while, so I got 2 pieces from [b]RomanGinzburg[/b] and you can see the second one [b]here >>[/b]
To this day, I can't help but feel home in my green M/90 camouflage. Every time I donn the uniform it's a very special feeling, and so many memories. I love how Roman actually took the time to add so much of my personal equipment to this piece, from the 5.11 Tactical boots to the KBAR knife. The tail pouches were a really nice touch, heh~
The army always has been, and always will be, a second home for me. It just feels like one. Comfort, safety, comradery. So many amazing memories and experiences. Today I'm no longer on active duty but still in the reserve. A fierce Valkyria from Valhalla, ready to defend her home, hearth and family; from bullet to knife to teeth and claw. I just love this pic sooo much. <3
The room was dark. The white of the eyes of the other soldiers in her group was glowing eerily in the dim red light. Val bit down on her mouthgard, making sure it was in place as the boat they were sitting in sped up. Soon it was almost bouncing on top of the waves and their equipment shook and jingled. Soon, someone turned on music, "Swedish Pagans" by Sabaton. The group of soldiers started singing along and slamming the butts of their assault rifles into the floor in rhythm. The powerful song boosted moral like nothing else, and on a whistle signal they all unlocked their belts, grabbed their rifles and stood up, holding on to the railing. The next moment the boat breaked hard as the grenadelauncher on top started blasting. The doors above them swung up and the moment the attack boat slowed down enough, the first man threw himself out the hatch with a roar. The next followed, and the next after him. Val's heart was pounding in her chest and she was still snorting out the lyrics to the song as she lifted her rifle to high ready.
The guy before her started moving, her hand was on his shoulder and she pushed on, like a battering ram in his back and soon felt the person after he do the same to her. If she got hit by incoming fire she would be nothing but a meat shield for the trooper behind her, just like the guy in front of her was a shield for her. As she jumped out from the boat and felt her guts twitch at the momentarily feeling of freefall she howled like a mad banshee. Before her machineguns opened fire, the entire beach was lit up. Her CO pointed and shouted and she followed, almost by instinct. Her boots slushed in the muddy sand and she had to use all force she could to push forward, onto the shore to take up position behind a rock. Before her feet were even in position, her rifle was up, the red dot looking for a target as her finger slipped into the trigger guard and onto the trigger. Her battlebuddy landed next to her, and while it felt like half an eternity, only a handful seconds had passed until the next order came. They rose up as one and charged forward, howling together as machinegun fire blasted around her, her active ear protection making soft clicks for every bullet fired.
Swedish pagans, marching ashore.
-----
I have wanted to honour my military past for a while, so I got 2 pieces from [b]RomanGinzburg[/b] and you can see the second one [b]here >>[/b]
To this day, I can't help but feel home in my green M/90 camouflage. Every time I donn the uniform it's a very special feeling, and so many memories. I love how Roman actually took the time to add so much of my personal equipment to this piece, from the 5.11 Tactical boots to the KBAR knife. The tail pouches were a really nice touch, heh~
The army always has been, and always will be, a second home for me. It just feels like one. Comfort, safety, comradery. So many amazing memories and experiences. Today I'm no longer on active duty but still in the reserve. A fierce Valkyria from Valhalla, ready to defend her home, hearth and family; from bullet to knife to teeth and claw. I just love this pic sooo much. <3
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