The sight of AOR2 camoflage was somehow sickening to Ross, even now, as he followed up behind, moving into the compound that he was in, Mk48 high as Ross just felt sick. Through the visor, the sight of a fellow operator like this was enough of a reason to find out what the fuck was going on. Somehow, he didn't like this. It felt fucked up, and the small village had been mostly cleared out now, the alleys and corners of this small village now swept dry. It was done and dusted, and yet Ross knew that there had to be more. There was only one, the gibbet of the SEAL's partly disembodied body being perhaps something as a momento, as sick as it was to these bastards. The rest of the team had to be somewhere, and somehow, Ross knew he had to call it out.
"Shite. Fuck....okay, Carl, keep on sweeping. Merlin, this is Knight Actual, we've got one SEAL, KIA, they fucking strung him up, over. What's the current sit rep in the area?" He asked, looking around with the Mk48, the barrel warm as he saw his fellow Juggernaut move up, heading to the smaller complexes of huts that were in this village.
"Affermative, Knight. We've got new intel on the team we're hunting, we're going to send a helicopter to your location ASAP, we need you rapidly redeployed. The Wildcat is off station, so we're sending our best alternative. Stand by." Merlin responded, as Ross moved up, following behind Carl as he then headed through to the roof of a hut, seeing a squad disembark from a small truck.
"Bollocks." He simply said, then standing on the roof as he aimed, and then fired, hearing a response from Merlin as he opened up, quickly sending 7.62 through the canvas into the men getting out, and any others getting torn apart, bullets whizzing by back at him as whoever was left behind cover sent shots back at the armored target.
"We're sending an AH-64 to your location, it'll be two minutes out- light your position up with white smoke, over." Merlin said, as Ross laid down fire, feeling his suit take hits as he quickly finished the last man off, the reinforcement team now completely quelled and giving Carl time to continue onwards with clearance as he then stopped firing.
"Say again, over?" He asked, as Merlin repeated it.
"You have an Apache coming to your village, they're requesting you pop white smoke, over. ETA is two mikes." Merlin added, as Ross checked that his headset wasn't playing about. He heard that right, that was for sure, as he moved down, off the roof, barely being able to clamber down the steps on the side, breathing hard as he checked his corners.
"Copy that, we've got a courtyard coming up, we'll ping it." Ross said in response, moving up through an alley, sweeping his sectors as he spoke through to Carl.
"I swear to God, if we're improvising transport, this is going to be fun again." He simply said, chuckling as he heard a slight creak come up, and even in his suit, the heavy helmet and lumbering gear that he carried, could be one that any operator would have been able to respond to.

The door suddenly opened up , as Ross was just able to keep his weapon high, the man that burst out almost falling over with his AK, as Ross then sent a sharp kick into the man's abdomen, as he fired rapidly. Shots pinged off his suit's armor, a sharp kick across Ross's chest and helmet as he felt the bullets richochet and make a dent, at this point blank range. 7.62 tracers, and they did fucking make a feel in Ross, though the man was on the floor and unable to get back up. Ross was fast enough to know what to do, and he already shot twice with the LMG, though he didn't know entirely why he'd done what he did in the way he did. The shots landed in the man's legs, particularly in the thighs, and Ross had only understood that he was still truly feeling the shock even in this adrenaline. He didn't want to kill this guy outright. He wanted to make him suffer. The man yelled, his AK on the floor as he looked down at him, like Damocles sword being thrust across his neck.
"You fucking savages." He said, shaking his helmeted head, grabbing a smoke grenade from his chest rig. Pulling the pin and lobbing it far forward, into the clearing, he looked back down at the man, who was wailing in pain.
"Fuck you." He simply said, kicking him once more, just feeling anger and unchannelled rage come back out. You had to control it, direct it towards your enemy. That was what he was good at. But sometimes, no matter what psychological training you had, it had to come out one way or another. This was his way of directing it, and he knew the man would bleed from here. The bullets had gone through the bone, and they were embedded. He'd bleed out in fifteen minutes, and since medical attention out here would be shitty, it was no doubt that if blood poisoning didn't get him, he'd most likely bleed out anyway. Moving past, with the fastest pace he could muster without tiring himself out, he saw Carl come into view, as he looked back, blood on his uparmored Kevlar shinpads.
"We might get some noise soon, no doubt. Get a perimeter set up, once that Apache's in, I suggest we hook up on it's wingtips. Fuck me, I've heard stories of people doing this, but if the intel is good, we'll be rapidly redeployed, and with air support. Fucking hell." He said, just hoping that this would somehow work, checking his own Mk48 as he heard the distant noise of the AH-64D Longbow echo over the mountain valleys, and begin it's approach in, like an Angel of Death. But if it was death from above, then Ross knew that himself and Carl were death on the ground, and no doubt, would be able to put more than just fear into the enemy's hearts. Moving up, Ross found a position behind a small wall, and could already pick out hostiles in the distance noticing the smoke, and sending vague rounds in their direction. They had no idea how many times they outnumbered the two Juggernauts- their squad alone did two and a half times over, but that wasn't the point, and Ross knew that this was why they kicked so much ass out here, when they operated like this. Unlike an airstrike or a gunrun, it was something that perhaps was manifested more appropriately, and provide a force multiplier. The enemy knew to hide when there were airstrikes. They thought that they held the advantage when they had numbers. Right now, armed with a 7.62 caliber Mk48 MOD 0 LMG and a suit of armor, it would take more than being outnumbered to really put the strain down, as Ross opened up, quickly sending three of the men down, and any responding fire temporarily to a halt, as he viewed the world through his quad-NVG optical set.