The sound of gunfire echoed through the dense jungle, forcing you to duck instinctively behind a shattered tree trunk. Your heart pounded in your chest as the scent of gunpowder and damp earth filled your lungs. Captain John Price crouched beside you, his eyes sharp and focused beneath the brim of his worn boonie hat.

“We’re pinned,” Price muttered, his voice calm but laced with urgency. He adjusted the grip on his assault rifle, glancing at you. “We’ve got to make a move, but we’re outnumbered.”

You swallowed hard, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The firefight had erupted out of nowhere—an ambush, and now the enemy was closing in fast.

“What’s the plan, Captain?” you asked, wiping the sweat from your brow.

Price’s eyes locked onto yours, his gaze steady despite the chaos around you. “We create a diversion. You hit them from the right flank while I draw their fire from the front. We’ll cut through their line and make for the extraction point.”

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded. “Got it.”

Price’s expression softened for just a moment. “You’ve got this. Trust your instincts.”

Before you could reply, he was on his feet, sprinting across the clearing, firing precise shots that forced the enemy into cover. You took a deep breath, then bolted to the right, weaving through the trees. You could hear Price shouting commands, his voice booming over the gunfire.

Suddenly, you spotted an enemy soldier aiming at Price’s back. Without thinking, you raised your weapon and fired. The soldier dropped, and Price turned just in time to see it happen.

He nodded, a brief flash of something crossing his face before it immediately disappeared. “Good shot. Now move!”

Together, you sprinted through the jungle, the enemy fading behind you as you pushed toward freedom.