A/N: This takes place 4 Years before the main story. Thus why Riley is a Combat Medic Technician also Riley does carry some weapons but he'll never fire them or use them

Date: October 23rd 2019

Location: Northwestern Russia... Unknown Location

Name: James Riley

Rank: Combat Medic Technician/ Warrent Officer

Faction: 22nd S.A.S (Special Air Services) Regiment

Age: 22

Status: Active

Mission Objectives: Link up with the 75th Rangers and Delta Force... Objective Accomplished, Treat Wounded Allies, Help Allies achieve mission objectives

CMT (WO) Class 1 . J. Riley's P.O.V

We had just scaled up this massive mountain, every thing seemed so calm as we advanced but then.... *A bullet whizzes past Riley and hits an American solider in the Femoral Artery*

Wounded American PVT: *Screams in agony* OH GOD! AHHH!

I rushed over to him only to get shoved out the way by a Delta operative

Cpt Barnley: Don't You Dare Lay Another Fuckin' Finger On Him!

Barnley said shoving the Delta into a puddle of mud, I quickly slipped by and started suturing the bleeding soldier's leg as I go to leave he grabs my leg and quietly utters

Wounded American PVT: T-thanks... D-doc.

Not two seconds later I hear someone scream

American PFC: MEDIC!

I ran straight to the source of the scream and saw two soldier's one missing nearly half of his body and the other trying to forcefully shove his guts back in

Heavily Wounded Soldier: Tell My.... *Coughs violently* Tell my, girls I'll *Coughs out blood* be alright.

I rushed over to the two and just as I was about to start patching him up the other soldier spoke up

Irritated PFC: I DON'T NEED Mr. NO FUCKING GUNS HERE! FUCK OFF YOU PRICK!

He stood up but and got shot in the head by a sniper, I continued to help the soldier with no lower body who's name is Mike

Mike: Doc. *Coughs up more blood* I'm Fucked.... Just *Grabs Riley's hand* Leave Me. *Hiccups*

CMT (WO)Class 1 Riley: No... I'm not going to leave you behind.... Here something for the pain. *Injects a liquidized painkiller into Mike's chest*

I hoist him over my shoulders and make a break for the cliff edge, once I reached there two Stretcher bearers rushed over to me

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: Help Me Get Him Down! He's Fucked Up Pretty Bad!

As the lead stretcher bearer was helping me secure him to a stretcher a bullet hit him in the goggles, he grabbed his face instinctively

S.A.S Stretcher Bearer 1: *Muffled Screaming* AHHHHHHHHH!

I stopped what I was doing to removed his helmet and goggles, as I started to treat the wound I saw Mike getting lowered down but once I turned around I saw three soldiers get hit by an RPG, on instinct I ran over to the location after finishing patching up the Stretcher Bearer.... all of the guns were trained on me but when they fired all their shots missed like if I was shielded by God himself

Delta Force SGT: AHHH! MEDIC! MED- *Bullet grazes a fatal artery in the neck*

I ran over to the Delta Sargent and started patching him only for an enemy soldier to try and sneak up on me

Delta Force SGT: Sonuvabitch! *Grabs Riley's Head pushing it down, he then pulls out a pistol out of his holster before promptly shooting the enemy soldier about to kill Riley*

CMT (WO)Class 1 Riley: Thank You Sarge! Now let's treat your wounds.

I then proceeded to start patching him up, careful not to tear the wound on his neck more

Lt Greener: Sniper team in position... Wait gotcha ya bastard. *Shoots an enemy sniper preparing to harm Riley*

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: Thanks Lieutenant!

It was at this time the convoy arrived to give us support, but there were threats Hostile soldiers with Grenade Launchers and RPGs

Striker 3-3: This is Striker 3-3; Load up the wounded and we'll- *A GP-25 round impacts the windscreen right in front of the driver who looses control of the Humvee and crashes into a metal pole* AHHHH! MY FUCKIN' EYES! *Screams out in agony*

I picked up the SGT and ran to the convoy I put the SGT behind one of the Humvee's, I then made my way to Striker 3-3's Humvee and saw a gruesome sight... the driver had a long thin metal stick going through his chest, I saw a soldier nearby... he was a SGT of the Canadian 1st Armored

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: Sarge! Can You Give Me A Hand!?

The SGT ran over to me only to see the horrific scene, he then looked at me awaiting orders from me

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: I Need You To Pull Him Forward about 5.3cm. *Reaches into one of his bags pulling out a Buzzsaw like device* I'll use this to cut him out.

Canadian SGT: We're gonna get ya outta there just hang on. It might hurt a little.

Striker 3-3: *Coughs out Blood* Sure, *Grabs the Sgt's chest-plate* Just get me The Fuck Outta Here.

The SGT pulled him forward just enough for me to cut the metal stick pocking out his back, but now came the difficult part... removing him from the Humvee without causing him to feel immense pain and possibly go into shock, I shot a quick glance to the SGT who seemed to know what I was planning

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: OK! 3.... 2.... 1.... LIFT! *Both soldiers start to carefully pull out the Humvee Driver*
Striker 3-3: W-Wai- AHHHH!

The driver's leg hit the door when we managed to pull him out, after we set him down I started to treat his injuries and another Humvee was heading towards us

Humvee Driver: RPG! *The Humvee gets hit by the RPG*

The Humvee flips onto it's roof, I looked at the SGT who I now knew as Marcus and motioned for him to check up on the crew of the Humvee but I had to make my voice heard since Machine Guns and Rockets were going off

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: IT'S OK! I'VE GOT HIM! *Gestures his head to the burning Humvee* GO SEE IF YOU CAN HELP THEM OUT! I NEED TO GIVE HIM MEDICAL PLASMA! OTHERWISE HE'S GONNA BLEED OUT!

I pull out the medical plasma and connect it to his wounded area ceasing the bleeding and started to patch him up

Striker 3-3: D-doc.... A-am I-I *Hiccups* G-gonna M-m-make it? *Reaches out is hand as if to grab a hold of something*

Russian Soldier: *Steps on a Twig* дерьмо! "Translation; Shit"

I quickly turn around unslining my Tactical AR 15/M4 Carbine Rifle and started aiming at the soldier who was only armed with a knife, the soldier threw down his knife knowing it would be suicide to go up against someone with a gun

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: McCord! Got a Prisoner For You!

A young 20 year old German-British Soldier came running over with a smile on her face

Cpl McCord: Danke Herr Riley. *Salutes*

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: McCord Goddammit! How Many Times Have I Told You!? Don't Salute Me In a Combat Zone!

She looks at the ground visibly upset, but realizes what I meant before grabbing the Russian Solider and hoisting him over her shoulder, keeping a tight grip on him

Cpl McCord: Ok großer Typ du kommst mit mir. "Translation; Ok big guy you're coming with me."

Russian Soldier: *Try's to escape McCord's Death Grip* нет нет! не позволяй этой психушке взять меня! "Translation; No, no! Don't let this psycho bitch take me!"

I then remembered something command said any prisoners we got had to return UNHARMED and when McCord normally takes a prisoner back to base, they usually end up with a broken spine

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: HEY! HEY McCORD! COMMAND WANTS ANY PRISONERS ALIVE! SO PLEASE DON'T BREAK THAT POOR FUCKER'S SPINE BY ACCIDENT! I'M HAVING A HARD ENOUGH TIME AS IT IS MAKING SURE EVERYONE DOESN'T DIE!

She just nodded and flung him into the prisoner transport vehicle, but the worst was yet to come some UH-60 Black Hawks, CH-46 Sea Knights and CH-47 Chinooks came flying over head.... completely oblivious to the threat of RPGs

Knight 1-1: Echo 6... Uhh I'm seein' a lot of hostiles down there. Are you sure it's safe to land?

The element lead of the Sea Knights broadcasted before a couple of soldiers fired RPGs at him

Knight 1-1: *Gets hit by two RPGs* FUCK! WE'RE HIT! *Rapid Beeping*

The Sea Knight spun out of formation as well as control, getting closer and closer to the ground

Knight 1-1 Co-Pilot: RILEY!

I froze and watched as the Sea Knight slammed into the ground... that was my little brother's voice on the radio, so I ran over and got a few soldiers and sadly I was the highest rank

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: ALRIGHT! One of our Sea Knight's has went down, I don't care what shit I have to put up with but we have to get to that crash site first! *Quietly* I won't leave you behind Joey. *Quietly*

American & British Soldiers: Hooha (HUA) sir.

The soldiers loaded up and started running to the crash site there, I started cutting into the crashed Sea Knight, after he done that I guided the none injured soldiers out of the Helicopter... once I made sure they were out I went in and saw my Youngest brother barely clinging onto life everyone else was dead

(Just to let you know Joey is 16 at the time)

Pvt Joey: R-Riley.... I-I wanna go ho-home. *starts crying* I-I-I'm-I'm sc-scared.
CMT (WO)Class 1 Riley: Hang in there Joey.... you'll be going home.......... just hang on.

I carefully removed my brother from the helicopter and regrouped with my squad

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: EVERYONE FALL BACK! FALL BACK!

Everyone started running back to their lines, I could hear my brother's weak breathing and could only feel a faint heartbeat..... I couldn't risk moving Joey anymore I stopped to take cover and treat Joey's wounds and it was bad two arteries bleeding and a nasty cut across his chest

Pvt Joey: I-I-I'm-I'm so-so co-cold..... *shakes slightly*

I was pulling every trick out the book to try and save my brother... I couldn't loose him..... I promised I'd protect him

CMT(WO) Class 1 Riley: No, no, no. Joey stay with me! Don't do this to me Joey! Hang in there.

I was desperate at this point, I clamped the wounds shut and then put him over my shoulders and sprinted to my lines, as I reached the cliff end I saw a stretcher-bearer

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: HEY! Help Me Get Him Down!

I laid my brother on the ground and put my hands under his legs to get him down

US Stretcher-Bearer: Sorry buddy, he's gone.

My heart sank, I crawled over and checked for a pulse.... and found nothing........ my whole world broke

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: *Puts his head on Joey's chest* *Muffled sobbing* J-J-Joey.... I'm-I'm Sorry. *hugs his deceased brother* I-i-it's not fa-fair.

US Stretcher-Bearer: Oh suck it up. People always die, you can't save everyone.

Another soldier showed up he was one of the soldier's that you rescued from the shot-down Sea Knight and he was pretty mad at that comment

UK Staff Sergeant: Where The Fuck Do Get Off Free Saying That!? He Just Lost His Little Brother! Would You Like It If I Said That To You!? You Ignorant SOD!

More explosions happened, every allied solider started running back to the cliff-side I looked and saw the Commanding officer of the company I was in harness up as well as everyone who wasn't injured too badly

Lt.Cmdr Evans (S.A.S Division Commander): Everyone Fallback Now! Or You'll Get Left Behind! We're Getting Off This Fucking Death Trap of a Cliff

Everyone was gone I was still sitting there cradling my dead little brother, I pulled up my goggles and my sliver/grey eyes were filled with tears

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: *Sniffles/Cries* Wh-what do you want of me............. I-I don't understand........ I Can't Hear You.

Allied Soldiers: MEDIC! HELP ME! *Cries of Agony*

CMT (WO) Class 1 Riley: Alright then.... *Gets up grabbing an extra bag of Medical supplies*

I ran towards the explosions to where I heard the screams of Injured soldiers.... I won't let them die, not today.......... I've got to find them, save them and get them home

A/N: That's it for part one. I was inspired to make this story by a film called Hacksaw Ridge and it's taken me a long time to publish this story because it kept crashing every time I added to it but now that it's done I hope you enjoy it