The task force was in a tight spot, the Taliban soldiers surrounded the valley around them and they had no where to go. Roach, Gaz and Soap were readying the RPG's while the others tried to make the enemy back off with all they got.

"Do not fire!" Price yells and speaks to his radiophone. He sighs deeply and puts it back onto his vest, watching his team and keeping an eye on the approaching Taliban soldiers. "We got some help coming in a few, keep the comms open and listen for my goddamn mark!" The Captain orders his troops sternly and they all comply.

Gaz looks at the sky, West to be exact. "The fuck is that?!" He points at the skyline, something is approaching.

They all begin to prepare for an attack and lay low, all while Price is grinning like an idiot.

Suddenly, the commas crack to life.