Military Shaking in their Boots

— At some American Military Facility, Africa —

In the middle of the day, the military base stood stark and silent beneath a starless sky. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the piercing wail of sirens and the flashing of red lights, casting an eerie glow on the tarmac. A sense of urgency permeated the air as soldiers rushed past with determined expressions etched on their faces.

What the hell was happening?!

Were they or their allies being attacked? Was it terrorists? Or maybe rogue militants? Maybe it was the communists? Well, whoever it was, they would wish they never messed with them.

At the heart of the chaos, a commanding officer gripped a radio, his voice echoing with authority. "All units, report to their positions immediately. We have a situation on our hands," he barked.