Ross nodded, looking to Ramsay.
"I'm SAS, you may know some of the lads. Same process. I kinda wanted a little retribution at first, a patrol of mine got ambushed, and we were helpless. So when they said this was in place, it was a chance to have fun. Now, it's a case of using it for doing shit that you guys can't. It's slower, and maybe less versatile, but a force multiplier. I kept this, painted it black." Ross said, chuckling.
"Because it looks scary." Ross added, Ramsay nodding.
"I'd kill for something like that. Not friendly, but you know what I mean." He said, as Ross shook his head, knowing it was in jest.
"I guess so. Fuck." The Juggernaut replied, as they continued moving, the sound of the radio buzzing as their channel got a new set of people.

"Eagle, this is Cordite. We've got an OP set up about 1 klick from you. Exfil is coming closer for you, change of plan. We're going to need to do this fast- we're getting intel that the fuckers you pissed off are moving up into the area. We've got plenty of firepower to engage them with." Ross heard over his radio, and chuckled, as he realized who that was. Th
"Fucking hell..you haven't been watching us all this time have you?" 

About a klick up, in a rocky hide, Andrew watched on through his spotting device, seeing the two larger armor clad figures, and two Navy SEALs.
"We observed for a while, but the point is, we're getting you out of there. About another 300m ahead of you, there's an area of flat land. You pop a purple smoke there when command rings through, they'll pick you up easily. It's good to see you alive. Shame about the airmen; if the best we can do is haul you out of here, so be it." Andrew added, the brown ghillie in the rocks, nestled under a nice boulder.
"Understood, Cordite. We're advancing there." Was the simple reply, as Andrew looked over to Nolan, nodding as he brought his XM500 forwards a little, a magazine sitting right by it. There had been patrols through the area here and there, but for now, it looked quiet in the surrounding area near the glacial river. That said, it could change- a technical, and Nolan and Andrew would have to fire many, many AP rounds and stop them dead in their tracks.

Ross moved up, looking to Carl, looking at his armored leg.
"Fuck me, I can't believe you're still going. That catches an infection.." Ross said, offering a shoulder for his colleague, noticing that his twisted ankle was definitely something that looked like it was affecting his movement.
"Once we're aboard, we're getting that shit off. You insisted earlier, but it won't last much longer." The West Country SAS Captain added, moving up, slowly and surely into the planned LZ.
"Command, Knight has made contact with Cordite, we've made it to the new LZ. We can pop smoke, over."
"Roger that, Knight. Drop purple, helicopter will be three minutes out." Ross heard, as he looked to Carl, as they headed over to the small bank by the river. Taking a grenade off his vest, he lobbed it forwards, exhaling as he moved downwards, the two SEALs keeping perimeter as they waited out. It was going to be long three minutes.