Easy GG

The command room buzzed with activity as Alex, surrounded by his waifu generals and Elena, took charge of the situation. Maps and strategic overlays lit up the screens as they prepared to counter the imminent threat.

Alex: (firmly) Deploy our forces. Notify the media, and initiate the evacuation of citizens near the conflict zone. We need to handle this swiftly and efficiently.

The waifu generals swiftly went into action, coordinating with Guardia's military units and communicating with the media to ensure that the world would witness the strength of Guardia's response.

As the operation unfolded, they realized that the Russian special forces were attempting a stealth night-time beach raid. The room fell into a focused silence as they recalibrated their strategy.

Alex: (analyzing) They think they're being clever. We need to show them they've underestimated us.

The Somali intelligence had forewarned Guardia, and they decided to confront the invaders head-on. They deployed a gunship and additional reserve forces to counter the beach raid.

Elena was amazed by the efficiency of everyone and felt a little out of place. Alex walked beside her and put his arm around her causing her to blush.

Alex: Don't worry, nothing will hurt you.

Russian Invasion POV

The Russian special forces landing from the submarine onto the beach. The night was dark, but the moonlight revealed the silhouettes of the operatives making their way to the shore.

Suddenly, the eerie silence was shattered as the whir of helicopter blades cut through the air. The gunship appeared, hovering above the beach, and unleashed a relentless barrage of firepower. Tracers cut through the darkness as the Russian special forces, caught off guard, were mowed down in the crossfire.

The planned stealth operation quickly turned into a chaotic and deadly encounter, painting a stark picture of Guardia's formidable response.

Lieutenant Ivanov's heart raced as he led his squad ashore from the submarine. The night was shrouded in darkness, and the rhythmic lapping of the waves provided an eerie soundtrack to their covert mission.

Ivanov: (whispering) Stay low and stick to the plan. We're here to eliminate the targets and get out unseen.

The squad moved with practiced precision, clad in dark, water-resistant gear. The soft crunch of sand under their boots barely made a sound, and they advanced cautiously toward the designated target area.

Ivanov: (through radio) We're on the beach. No sign of opposition. Proceeding to the rendezvous point.

The tension in the air was palpable as the team navigated the unfamiliar terrain. Ivanov couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but he dismissed it as typical pre-mission nerves.

Suddenly, the night erupted in blinding light as the beam of a searchlight swept over them. Panic set in as the unmistakable sound of rotor blades filled the air.

Ivanov: (urgent) Scatter! Take cover!

Chaos ensued as Guardia's gunship unleashed a storm of gunfire. Tracers streaked through the darkness, illuminating the desperate scramble of the Russian special forces. The deafening roar of the gunship drowned out all other sounds.

Ivanov: (shouting) Return fire! Hold your ground!

But it was a futile effort. The element of surprise was lost, and Guardia's response was overwhelming. Ivanov gritted his teeth, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Ivanov: (frustrated) This wasn't supposed to happen. What went wrong?

As he sought cover behind a dune, Ivanov glimpsed the chaotic scene—his comrades falling, the beach becoming a battleground. In that moment, he understood that their covert mission had unraveled, and the repercussions would be severe no one would survive.