(This story will follow a group of Russian soldiers fleeing Sevastopol in a submarine. Ultimately the submarine will end up beached on the coast of Washington state after a mechanical problem forces them to beach it to avoid sinking. Debating in wether to have them trek on foot eastward or have them hold out in the sub. The presence of nuclear warheads on board could bring up a moral crisis in Vali Ops. Dispose of the warheads to ensure such destructive power out of the wrong hands, or sell them off for a massive profit. Also to explore the fate of the US navy. The presence or lack of warheads will remain unknown until your input is made.)
July 24th, 2020
Russian Naval Base
Every night I lay awake, the sound of machine gun fire, and the rythmic sound of the BMP cannons firing in bursts not helping my weary mind rest. This siege has been going on for atleast two weeks now, although my sense of time has been off in recent days. My name is Nikolai, I am a Spetsnaz operator stationed in the disputed Crimea region of Russia, or Ukraine depending on who you speak to. I was sent here shortly before losing contact with high command to ensure the communications arrays in the base were kept operational at all costs, and if the base were to fall to ensure the equipment will not fall into the wrong hands. The base is under siege constantly by mobs of little more than ravenous animals at this point, clawing at the gates of the base with their heart set on looting its contents, and massacring everyone inside.
I fear for the young recruits, some as young as 16 conscripted to bolster our defenses. They are mere children fighting a losing battle against those that would see us killed. We lost contact with high command a month ago, and regional command 3 weeks ago. With little hope of survival I have made a plan to escape. Once the charges are set on the array we will escape aboard a Ballistic Missile Submarine in port.
July 25th, 2020
I brought my plan up with the base commander earlier today. He seemed adamant in staying before a mob swarmed a breach in our perimeter. We used up valuable ammunition forcing them back. After that he changed his tune, and agreed to evacuate the base using the naval assets here. The timeline he proposed for evacuating is too long we will never survive. I spoke to my team, and to the submarine crew. In one weeks time we will evacuate the base under the cover of darkness, and disappear into the dark depths of the Black Sea.
(I'm trying our a journal entry style of writing tell me what you think.)