"We need an evac! Now! They're on our tails and not letting up!""Rockfish 3-1! Bingo fuel! Get on board!""All right! We have the wounded! Rockfish 3-2, 3-3 inbound! Hold out for as long as possible!""RPG!"You opened your eyes once more, the scraps of memory replaying in your head, as you tried to make sense of it all. You turned your head to see your commander, Sanya, lying asleep huddled in a corner of the abandoned office building you were in. Outside, the air was frigid, and inside wasn't much better. Sanya was fighting it, though. Wrapped in a heavy, warm blanket, you couldn't see the once-white bandages around her abdomen but you knew they were there. Sanya shivered slightly in her sleep, but if it was a dream, the blood loss, or the cold you couldn't tell. You couldn't figure out a lot recently. How the hell did you get in this building? All you know is gunfire. Gunfire, and lots of carrying."Poor Sanya. She's never been hit this bad. you think to yourself, wishing you could help as you watch her fidget in her sleep.
Sanya opened her eyes, slowly.
"Dimi? Dimi, that's you?"
"I'm here for you. Need something?"
"N-no. Just... a bad dream again. Dimi... Why did you carry me all this way? I shouldn't be alive..."
"Don't say that. I don't... know myself. Adrenaline just took over, I guess."
"Thank you... Dimi. It's... just us now, isn't it..."
"Yeah."
Sanya's head dropped a little, and she was quickly asleep once more.
"I'll protect you. It's all I can do anymore. It's all I have left."
You picked up your 1897 Commisar rifle, shouldered your GAR 3 assault rifle, and holstered your Beretta. Pushing the bipod out on the Commisar and looking down the high-powered scope, you watched. Waited. The only thing you could see was the crosshairs. Hearing yours and Sanya's soft breath. Feeling the metal of the Commisar. You were a god of death. Taking a deep breath, you saw the truck coming.
Your finger crept closed, millisecond by millisecond, as the sound of a subsonic round filled the air. From down the sight, you could see a red splotch where the driver once was, the three-vehicle caravan now in a panic. Counting as you pulled back the bolt. Counting 12... 15... 16? 16+.
They don't see you. You see them.
Sanya makes a soft noise in her sleep.
What is your plan?The setting is one you'll have to find out. This is a serious suggestion game, and most suggestions in combat ask for a plan. Plans are a general call to action- how do you plan to complete your objective?