Chapter 3 – Cross’s War
⚔️ Character Briefing – The Na Fianna Nua Team
🪓 Salty (Seán ‘Mr. Salty’ O’Rourke)
Role: Commander. Former Irish Army Ranger Wing officer turned clandestine warlord.
Appearance: Mid-40s, ruggedly handsome with steel-blue eyes, greying dark hair, stubble beard, always in tactical gear.
Personality: Coldly strategic, deeply loyal to his team, carries heavy scars of loss, but with occasional deadpan humour.
Signature Weapon: H&K 416 with custom EOTech, suppressor, and mag coupler.
Quote: “Not today, love. Not while you’re here.”
💋 Sarah (Sarah Ní Bhraonáin)
Role: Intel specialist, close quarters fighter, and Salty’s lover.
Appearance: Early 30s, athletic build, stunningly beautiful with long blonde hair tied back in operations, tight cleavage often visible under tactical tank tops.
Personality: Fearless, warm with her team, lethal to enemies. Strong Farsi speaker for infiltration.
Signature Weapon: MP7 with integrated suppressor, red dot, and extended mags.
Quote: “Best date I’ve ever had, Seán.”
🔪 Funji (Fung Lee)
Role: Silent assassin, infiltration specialist, ex-Hong Kong PLA Special Operations.
Appearance: Late 30s, short, wiry build, shaved head, dead shark-like eyes. Moves like smoke, rarely speaks.
Personality: Cold, detached, loyal only to Salty.
Signature Weapon: Dual tanto blades with poisoned edges; suppressed G36C for tactical kills.
Quote: (Silent nod)
💣 Winky (Declan ‘Winky’ Walsh)
Role: Explosives expert and heavy weapons support.
Appearance: Early 40s, average height, wiry with shaggy ginger hair, always grinning manically.
Personality: Chaotic, dark humour, borderline unhinged but brilliant with IEDs and heavy ordnance.
Signature Weapon: Smile-painted RPG launcher; carries C4 bricks with smiley stickers.
Quote: “Boom goes the diplomatic incident!”
🪖 Ye Olde Large Lad (Patrick McAuley)
Role: Heavy gunner and battering ram.
Appearance: Late 30s, 6’6”, 300lbs of pure Irish muscle, bald with thick ginger beard. Often wears ill-fitting tuxedos for infiltration.
Personality: Boisterous, sweary, fiercely protective of team, loves hurling and whiskey.
Signature Weapon: M249 SAW + medieval sledgehammer slung over back.
Quote: “Try ramming me now ya muppets!”
🧠 Niamh (Niamh Murphy)
Role: Former traitor turned double agent and cyber infiltration specialist.
Appearance: Early 30s, pale Irish skin, long auburn hair, emerald eyes.
Personality: Intelligent, formerly arrogant, now regretful and seeking redemption.
Signature Weapon: Hacking tablet with military-grade crypto-breakers.
Quote: “Please let this make up for it… please…”
🩷 Susan (Susan O’Connell)
Role: Logistics and medical support.
Appearance: Mid-30s, curvy with a warm smile, shoulder-length dark brown hair, often in tactical cargo trousers and fitted tops showing her curves tastefully.
Personality: Caring, quick-witted, expert in trauma medicine and battlefield supply chains.
Signature Weapon: MP5K with medical pouch attached.
Quote: “You’ll live. Now stop whining and shoot back.”
☢️ Scene – Tehran, Iran, 05:12
Cross, the shadowy ex-CIA handler turned Omega strategist, sat in the command suite of Iran’s underground missile silo. Dozens of nuclear warheads sat upright like silent death gods. Cross smirked as an Iranian general bowed before him.
“You want the world to burn? Then let it burn brightly,” Cross whispered. “Detonate in Tel Aviv. Blame Washington. Then watch the world rip itself apart.”
🚁 Na Fianna Nua HQ – Dublin Mountains, 02:00
Salty stood over the glowing tactical table. Satellite feeds flickered between Iranian missile sites, Brussels Omega cells, and Pakistani nukes smuggled through Antwerp.
“Cross is activating Omega’s final plan. Global nuclear chaos. We end him now.”
Sarah loaded her MP7, cleavage straining under her fitted plate carrier. “I’m ready.”
Ye Olde Large Lad slammed a fresh belt into his M249, grinning. “Finally, a proper scrap.”
Funji quietly slid his tanto blades into his harness with an icy nod.
Winky hummed Ride of the Valkyries as he polished his smiley RPG. “Hope Belgium has fireworks insurance.”
Susan handed out trauma packs and kissed Salty on the cheek. “Don’t die. It’ll ruin my roster.”
Niamh tapped away on her hacking tablet, tears burning her eyes. “I won’t let him win, Seán. I promise.”
🚗 Car Chase Tehran
Under the orange dawn of Tehran, Salty’s team tore through city streets in stolen armoured Toyotas. Omega technicals gave chase, heavy machine guns spitting tracer fire. Funji leaned out the rear window, calmly picking off gunners with controlled bursts from his suppressed G36C.
Ye Olde Large Lad swung his sledgehammer out the side window at passing motorcyclists, knocking them into parked cars.
“Batter up lads!”
Sarah, sitting on Salty’s lap steering as he reloaded his H&K, giggled breathlessly.
“Is this what they mean by dual controls?”
Salty smirked darkly, eyes locked on the missile silo entrance ahead.
“Not done yet, love.”
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