Gunfire went off around you as the enemy lines started to fall back. Your side was winning. Finally.

You took cover on the side of some run down building, making sure your gear was all fastened and guns were loaded before you went back out into battle.

As you pushed a new mag into your gun, the sound of someone breathing heavily and swearing hit your ears.

“Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße!” Whispered the voice, clearly in some sort of pain.