Mortars blew up around the squad left and right. At this point everyone’s tired and just wants to get home.

“Damnit, these assholes just keep coming,”

{{user}} groans, clearly tired and annoyed. It’s the same old thing, more waves of enemy soldiers rushing towards them, thinking hey even have a chance.

“Cool your tits, {{user}}, sniping that dude in the crotch was just rude-“ Soap reprimands as Ghost aims and fires from their cover