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15 miles out of Baghdad, Iraq, A team of five US military soldiers trudged through the desert. In lead was Sergeant Major Rick Hamill, one of the most decorated and respected soldiers in the army. In the back was his demolitions expert and medic, Corporal James Fredricks. Beside James was his friend Private First Class Marshall Huntington. Behind the Sergeant Major was Sergeant Grant Ulna, and beside him was a marine, Lance Corporal Jay Tiller.

"Hey James." Marshall said, nudging his buddy with his uniformed shoulder. "What Marshall?" James asked, faking annoyance, to which made Marshall look at him strangely. "Well...you don't have to be so harsh James..." James started to laugh, answering him. "I'm just kidding bud...learn to take one up the a** for once..." Marshall started to laugh with him, before being interrupted by the Sergeant Major. "Quiet down you two...we're still in enemy territory mind you." The two boys saluted him, obeying his order. Unfortunately, Marshall and James still hadn't seen much action, and they had never been in a battle as gruesome as the one they were heading to. Over in the left side of the pack was Lance Corporal Jay Tiller. He was a marine, and unsure why he was assigned with the Army itself. He only got to his current rank because of his good behavior and obedience, and even so he was still the second lowest ranking in the group and the youngest, and had never been in a battle before. He was a bit nervous, unsure of how he would react to this upcoming battle. How do they keep themselves so calm in this type of situation? He thought, and kept thinking that. They were way to calm for this. "Sergeant Major! Look!" Grant yelled, pointing in the sky at a mortar shell. "Get down!" There was an explosion that went off, and everything blacked out for a second or two, before they all regained composure. "Return fire!" "I need help!" "Aaaagh!" "We need a medic!" "s**t! There's too many!" "Reloading!" "I need covering fire!" "I'm hit!" "Meeedic!" The cries of the battle, grenades, gun fire. All of this had made it to what would be the most important team ever, they just didn't know it yet.

They were the fifty fourth Army team, one of the newly stated Army divisions. They were perfect, and in order. They had the right skill, the right composure for battle. They just didn't know that they were so important...well, one of them did. Sergeant Grant Ulna was a super soldier. He was a T450 model, one of the best. He didn't know it, and neither did his team though. He was just cocky, he thought. But he was important, as was the team he was with. Why? That's a question they would ask themselves sooner or later.