A/N: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or the Modern Warfare trilogy. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. I would be swimming in cash, with champagne and babes in a house that's bigger than a shopping mall... Wait, what was I talking about again?

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I woke up to the sound of gunfire and shouting. I didn't want to get up, I was scared. Why didn't I get a job as a writer or something? My vision was hazy and I was shaking with fear. I shut out all the outside noise and pretended to be dead. It was working until...

''Get up, Private Allen! Rangers lead the way! Move!'' It was General Shepherd.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Great. I shook off my fear and observed my surroundings. We were on the bottom of a bridge. My regiment were firing into the other side of the river, where the towelheads were. They were loads of them, and I was getting shot at, so I pulled out my M4A1 carbine and started firing off rounds back at them.

It was our job today to restore the peace in this sector of Afghanistan. Huge scale riots and bombings have been occuring in this area, and we were here to quell them. The irony was that I was earning as much as a fucking grade school teacher. Blood was pounding in my ears, and my teeth were rattling. I killed some of the militia and took cover behind a bridge pillar to reload. It was there I saw Corporal Dunn on the radio.

''Warlord, Warlord. This is Hunter Two-One. Requesting airstrike on grid 2-5-2-1-7-1. Target is a white twelve-story apartment building. Over. '' He said.

''Sweet! Our boys were going to take out a whole building? Fuck yeah!'' I muttered to myself. Of course no-one could hear me over the firefight.

''Hunter Two-One, this is Warlord. Solid copy. Uh, I have uh, Devil One-One, flight of two F-15s online. Standby for relay.'' Warlord radioed back.

I poked my gun out the side of the pillar and started firing off some blind rounds. I didn't dare poke my head out.

''Hunter Two-One, this is Devil One-One, flight of two F-15s. Time on station, 1-5 mike, holding at three Sierra northwest . . . carrying two JDAMs and two HARMs, over. Standing by.'' It was the F-15 pilot.

''Devil One-One. Target is a white twelve-story apartment building at grid 2-5-2-1-7-1. I need you to level that building. How copy, over?'' Dunn requested.

''Solid copy, Hunter Two-One. Rolling in now. Target acquired.'' Devil One-One replied.

Dunn noticed me and looked up. He was smiling.

''This is going to be so fuckin' cool.'' He said.

Before I could reply, we heard Sergeant Foley shouting.

''On the bridge, 10 o' clock high! Multiple targets, take 'em out!''

Me and Dunn looked at each other for a moment and then rushed out of the bottom of the bridge. We looked up to see pickup trucks sitting at the end, trying to push us back. They had 50-cals on top of them. I started showering them with rounds, Causing one of the trucks to explode.

''Dude, did you see that truck blow up?'' Dunn shouted.

''Yeah, holy shit!'' I yelled back.

We kept shooting them until they started to chicken out.

''They're retreating, keep hitting 'em!'' Foley announced.

After a minute of intense fighting, their defences started to weaken. I had already burned through two magazines. Finally, the enemies pulled back and the bridge was lowered.

''Hunter 2! Bridge complete, we're Oscar Mike! Move out!'' Foley said.

''Haha! Chickenshits!'' Dunn mocked.

Our regiment started to climb the stairs to the bridge. When I reached the top, I saw that a convoy of Humvees had passed through to pick us up. One of them stopped, and a soldier opened the door for me.

''Mount up, Allen!'' He shouted.

I got into the Humvee, climbed up to the roof and armed the M134 Mini Gun. I looked around to see that a bunch of soldiers were filming the targeted building with their cellphones. I could hear them talking.

''Ten seconds!''

''Which building is it, sir?''

''It's the tall one at one o'clock.''

''Hey, which building?''

''The one at one o'clock! The ta-... Hey, Dave, which building is it, is it the one on the left or the right?''

''The one on the left.''

''Hey, isn't this danger close for the task force?''

''C'mon, since when does Shepherd care about danger close?'' Corporal Dunn said.

I was too busy listening to them to notice an intense whining sound. I turned around and saw a F-15 Eagle tear past me. It dropped a bomb and rolled out. The bomb struck the building with an immense force and a huge explosion ensued shaking the ground violently. It was amazing, but something was wrong. The explosion was frozen, and it wasn't making any noise. I looked around and saw no-one was moving. I couldn't hear any cheering or hollering. They were all dead still. This kind of freaked me out, I was too scared to move. Then I heard a loud roaring sound. I looked up to see a huge rip in the sky. It was around 20 metres long and it was only about four metres away from me. It was making sparks and weird sounds.

Okay, now I was really scared.

It was slowly pulling me up. I couldn't move. I slid through the hole in the Humvee and slowly began to levitate towards it. I looked inside the rip to see a colourful meadow, covered in flowers and trees. The grass looked unaturally green. I looked down and saw that the rangers were still frozen.

''Okay, this is fucked.'' I gulped.

I finally reached the rip and passed through. It felt weird, like someone was pumping electricity into my body. Once my body had fully pushed through, the hole disappeared with a flash and a crack. I started to fall. The wind whistled past my ears, gradually getting louder and louder until it sounded like screaming. That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

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I woke up with a start. I rubbed my eyes and tried to move, but it hurt like hell. That wasn't my biggest concern, though.

''Where am I?'' I said to myself.

My memories started to come back to me, the firefight, the missile, and the rip. I looked around to see I was still laying on the meadow.

''Good, that means no-one heard me.'' I muttered to myself. I seriously doubted this. The sound of the rip when it closed sounded like a lightning strike, you'd have to have been deaf and blind not to have noticed it.

My body ached badly. I wanted to stay there forever, but I needed answers now. I got up slowly and checked my radio. It was working, but the signal wouldn't connect.

''Goddammit, must be heavy sunspot activity.'' I muttered.

I walked over to my M4A1 Carbine. It had a M203 grenade launcher and a Eotech 512 holographic sight. This gun is worth about two thousand dollars, I'm not losing it anytime soon. I slung it onto my back and headed into the ominous town in the distance. I was literally boiling with my camouflage suit and my helmet equipped. As I walked, I pulled out my M9 handgun and turned off its safety. I didn't know what I was getting into, and you can never be too careful.

After a couple of minutes of walking, I checked my watch. It was 8:37 in the evening. I realised that I hadn't eaten since about 6 in the morning, which was before the attack. I kept on pushing and I made it into the main entrance to the town.

It was weird here. The buildings looked colourful and edible, and they were stalls everywhere. It looked like everyone had turned in for the night.

''It must be an old-school village, if they go to bed at fuckin' 8:30. I'm guessing Holland.'' I mumbled to myself.

I decided to explore this surreal village a bit more. I wasn't tired because I had slept through the day, and I was very curious. This place was giving me the creeps. After about 20 minutes of exploring, I came across a tree...house?

I tightened the grip on my pistol, and knocked on the door firmly.

''Be there in a second!'' A voice called out.

''Okay!'' I replied.

I took the time to look at their house. It was fairly big, and it had a lot of windows. I looked up the top and saw an observatory roof with a telescope poking out. It looked amazing. I heard muffled footsteps getting louder, so I lowered my weapon and straightened up. I needed to look as professional as possible. I must really be in Holland, because it sounds like they're wearing clogs. The door opened and my jaw dropped.

''Hello! What seems to be-''

Her eyes went wide with shock, and she screamed. She slammed the door and it hit me in the nose. God, it hurt. I immediately fell onto the ground, blood pouring out of my nose.

''Ah! what the hell are you?'' Was all I managed to splutter out.

I could hear what seemed to be crying on the other side of the door.

''I could say the same for you! Whatever you are, leave me alone!'' She whimpered. She sounded absolutely terrified.

''Wait! I'm not here to hurt you!'' I said. I must look pretty intimidating to her with my Ranger's gear on.

''I don't care! Go away!'' She screamed.

What a great start in this new world.

''It's okay, I'm going! I yelled.

I got up and stumbled off the front porch, back into town. I looked around for a place to sleep where I had the least chance of having my throat slit. It seemed hopeless until I found a nice little cave on the outskirts. I went inside and sat down on the rough gravel. After cleaning away the blood with bandages from my first aid kit, I started thinking.

''What was that thing? It looked like a...little pony!'' I said.

This was getting confusing. I was in the middle of a firefight, time stopped, I got sucked through a rip in time and space, and now I'm in a world inhabited by talking ponies?

''How much acid have I been doing?'' I uttered.

After relaxing there for a while, I pulled out my rifle and set it down. I took off my gloves, and began to strip the weapon. The feeling of the cold, hard metal against my hands felt great, especially after a hard day of battle. I started to clean it, making sure not to miss any nooks and crannies. After a couple of minutes of cleaning it, I put it back together. I then sat back and stared at it. I always loved the feeling you get when you've cleaned your gun. You felt accomplished.

I was tired from all the fighting, so I decided to call it a day and go to sleep. I took off all my equipment and laid it in a bundle beside the entrance, making sure to keep my M9 with me. I always slept with it, just in case. I put my arms behind my head and stared at the ceiling of the cave. The grooves and patterns imprinted into it were interesting to look at. I thought for a while about how I was going to get home, and how my platoon are probably taking this. My parents were dead, and I didn't have any siblings, so I wasn't thinking about my family too much.

''I really hope I find a way home.'' I whispered.

I was slowly drifting off, and the last thing I had in my mind was my Ranger's motto.

''Rangers lead the way.'' I said, before falling asleep.

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A/N: After reading WOLVERINES!, and witnessing the story of a Russian Juggernaut from MW2 teleported into Equestria, I imagined what it would be like if a soldier from the other team got sent there. I decided to send a Army Ranger from the United States, since they looked like the most emotional and realistic characters in the game. They were human, unlike the cold, heartless juggies. Also, sorry for the overused military terms, I just wanted to get that sense of realism across.