It's an all-out warzone. Shots ring out, screams cam be heard. One squad against a thousand, the odds are slim. There's mud everywhere. It's thick. So thick that it makes vehicle usage unthinkable. One man stands alone, separated from his squad. He's about, 19-20, has short brown hair, and is very unsure about himself. His name is Seth, he is trying to get into the base. The mud slows him down though. The only mistake the enemy makes when they face him? They think he is incapable. But his skill will soon shine through.

"This is the worst plan ever, of all time." Seth said. He was crouched behind a boulder, just large enough to hide his also large, body frame. His squad was supposed to be creating a diversion. The sound of gunfire that was too close to him, told him they had failed.

He heard slurping noises, and leaned his head out, from behind the boulder. He saw three innies, or insurrectionists. They didn't know where he was, but they would find him soon. They were equipped with standard issue assault rifles.

Seth slid a clip into his Battle Rifle, and readied himself. He jumped out from behind the rock, surprising the enemy soldiers. He aimed through his scope, and landed three bursts directly into the three soldiers heads. They fell in tandem, before Seth moved forward.

He saw his squad. They were pinned down. The innies had pressed them hard. His squad wasn't giving up though. Seth fired burst after burst, and emptied clip after clip, providing support. He made sure the innies didn't see where he was, by switching between cover often. He was stopped however, when a punch that almost broke his skull, threw him onto the ground.

He groaned, and laid in the thick mud. He was picked up by a very large man. He was wearing brown armor, which was why Seth hadn't seen him. The armor the innies were wearing blended with the mud so well. You couldn't see them until it was too late. The brute of a man had him by the throat.

He started to squeeze Seth, putting him in a death hug. Seth was slowly losing his breath, and the man was strong enough to break his bones. Seth let instinct take over, and pulled his knees to his chest. He then, planted his feet on the man's chest, and kicked as hard as the death hug would allow him.

Seth wasn't small, and he wasn't weak. But he also wasn't the strongest man alive. The kick had made the man drop Seth, but that was all it did. The man didn't even stumble back. Seth stood up, and took a fighting stance. The large man ran straight at him.

Seth half sidestepped, half slid, out of the man's way. The large man carried a lot of momentum. If Seth got hit straight on, he feared that would be it. When the man tried to stop, he slipped, and fell. Then he got back up, and got ready to charge again. But, this time Seth had a plan.

As the man was about to crush him, Seth sidestepped again. The man tried to stop, and fell again Seth ran him, gaining his own momentum. He unleashed a very hard, two handed blow, to the man's head. He staggered back. Seth noticed this, and body slammed him.

The fact he was dazed, and with the slick mud, caused the man to fall flat on his back. Seth searched his surroundings for his BR. The man had started slowly getting up, when Seth spotted his rifle. He sprinted over to it. It was covered in mud, and was hard to pick up. Seth managed to get a grip on it, and pointed it at the innie. The man was almost on his feet, and Seth had a clear shot at his head.

He held his breath, and pulled the trigger.

A/N

I know it doesn't have anything to do with RvB yet, but it will! Trust me! Just keep reading, it gets better.

Tex: Were not even in it dipshit.

Me: I know that, I wrote it.

Tex: Well, it's a Project Freelancer Fic, and I'm not even in it? Nice job dickhead.

Me: What do you mean you? All the other freelancers are going to be In it, not just you.

Tex: So is it a Freelancer Fic, or not?

Me: YES! FOR THE LAST GODAMN TIME! YES!

Tex: Hey, your problem, not mine.

Me: Problem?! You're my fucking problem you bitch!

Tex: (Knuckle cracking noises.)

Me: uh-oh. I think I(Warthog flies over head) Where the HELL did you get a Warthog?!

(Scorpion flies over head.)

Me: A TANK?! REALLY?! Ok, I'm ending this!

Tex: You better not end thi-