If you're looking for a creative piece inspired by , here’s a short scene that captures the gritty, tactical, and banter-heavy vibe of Rios and Salem during a mission. The Price of a Gold-Plated M249
The dust in Somalia didn’t just sit on you; it became a part of you. Elliot Salem wiped a smear of grime off his ballistic mask, the painted-on grin of the metal face-plate catching the harsh afternoon sun.
"Rios, tell me again why we’re taking the front door?" Salem shouted over the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a nearby technical’s heavy machine gun.
Salem didn't need to be told twice. While Rios held the line, drawing every eye and barrel in the courtyard, Salem moved like a shadow. He vaulted a concrete barrier, his gold-plated M249 SAW—a customization Rios called 'tactically offensive'—resting steady in his hands.
The courtyard erupted in a different kind of noise—the heavy, sustained roar of a SAW. In the chaos, the Aggro shifted. The red glow bled away from Rios and settled onto Salem.
"It’s not 'extra' ammo, it’s insurance ," Salem retorted. He checked his Aggro meter. It was blinking white. He was practically invisible, which meant the insurgents were currently pouring everything they had into Rios’s position. "Hey, Big Guy? You’re glowing like a Christmas tree. Maybe stop being so popular?"
"Do your job, Salem," Rios grumbled, his shield vibrating as a hail of 7.62 rounds slammed into it. "Flank left. Now."
Of Two: Army
If you're looking for a creative piece inspired by , here’s a short scene that captures the gritty, tactical, and banter-heavy vibe of Rios and Salem during a mission. The Price of a Gold-Plated M249
The dust in Somalia didn’t just sit on you; it became a part of you. Elliot Salem wiped a smear of grime off his ballistic mask, the painted-on grin of the metal face-plate catching the harsh afternoon sun. Army Of Two
"Rios, tell me again why we’re taking the front door?" Salem shouted over the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a nearby technical’s heavy machine gun. If you're looking for a creative piece inspired
Salem didn't need to be told twice. While Rios held the line, drawing every eye and barrel in the courtyard, Salem moved like a shadow. He vaulted a concrete barrier, his gold-plated M249 SAW—a customization Rios called 'tactically offensive'—resting steady in his hands. "Rios, tell me again why we’re taking the front door
The courtyard erupted in a different kind of noise—the heavy, sustained roar of a SAW. In the chaos, the Aggro shifted. The red glow bled away from Rios and settled onto Salem.
"It’s not 'extra' ammo, it’s insurance ," Salem retorted. He checked his Aggro meter. It was blinking white. He was practically invisible, which meant the insurgents were currently pouring everything they had into Rios’s position. "Hey, Big Guy? You’re glowing like a Christmas tree. Maybe stop being so popular?"
"Do your job, Salem," Rios grumbled, his shield vibrating as a hail of 7.62 rounds slammed into it. "Flank left. Now."
