"Cover your ears, Osprey. It's about to get real." 
The explosions rippled through the base, the fiery sight of the fuel drum well a spectacular detonation as it basically tore the concrete apart, blasting it open and creating a fiery, hot hellhole of mess across the site, the other explosions commas and following as ammunition and vehicles were cooking off and having secondary and punctuated explosions. The radar dish followed, the white ball sparking up and then detonating, sending the last line of defense into disaray. 

"Holy shit...that was something!" Andrew commented, watching the base alarm immediately came on, and he adjusted his position, watching targets scatter across the runway.
"Lots of contacts, everywhere. Time to get to work. Focus fire on anyone with a MANPADS, or carrying anything heavier than a rifle. I'll take lasing duties- fast air can hit the far end of the runway where their last IFVs are parked. Drop em' like liquid, Nolan." Andrew added, watching the windages, then taking his spotting tool and engaging the designator attached to it. The beam wasn't on yet, so as to not give their position away- but in a matter of time, he was gonna be able to drop munitions on anything that would.
"Here comes the fucking calvary." 

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Inside the V22, the flying was getting far more aggressive as they flew along the shore of the fjord, the epic waves kicked up in the burning sunrise of the cold, frozen glacierland, and the AFB around the corner. It was a sight to behold, as Natalie stood tall, holding on tight to a handhold on the tight banking, the sight of the explosions over the rise visible through the pilot's cockpit, a glowing red and orange fire. The F35s on station were ready to start their shift, and make sure any aircraft that could be on station were going to be out of action, as soon as. It was a Battle on the Ice, and the floes beneath reflecting the red fire made sure it was more hot than a hockey fight.

The other two tiltrotors were following close behind- one taking a diversion early on to get to the village, while the other two continued onwards. They were going straight in, and an aggressive strategy, straight onto the runway, right to the direct source- the barracks of the Airbase and the entry point, located inside the only concrete structure here- where a lift would get them down and into the underground. The SEALs had the envious job of clearing the local military school and worker residences out - but compared to the hell on the icy tarmac, Knight, Bear, Brute and the rest of the Blue Sword forces were going into gunfire. It pinged off the V22's sides, as Natalie followed Victor out, GAU at the ready as she fired the weapon up and blared a long burst into a group of enemies taxiside, tearing apart their cover like it was paper mache. Ross and Victoria followed, laying down fire as they followed suit.
"Everyone, spread out, move forward and keep pushing!" Natalie barked into their comms, the V22 taking lift as it literally dropped and left, the sight of a SU-34 battling an F35 in the sky above as they rushed above the tarmac, the sound of another following in with a JDAM run down the end of the runway, where another camp had been set up. They had to get off the tarmac because the longer they sat there, sooner it would become a killzone when the occupiers realised how hard they were being hit. There would be IFVs and a lot more resistance inside the barracks and the closer they got to the bunker building, so they had to keep going, keep moving.

"Merlin, we are all on the ground, moving on barrack!" Natalie called out, spraying down more suppressing fire to give Ross and the others the chance to bound forwards, and get behind the burning wrecks of the SPAAGs they had eliminated earlier.