You held your positions behind the stone outcropping, bracing against the heavy artillery shells dropping around you. Comms had gone dark an hour ago, and your tiny group was all that you could presume had survived. So far, at least.

"Taking fire," came the sound of Alpha 0-1 through your earpiece. "Bravo, we need back up."

Ghost, beside you, answered. "Negative, Alpha 0-1. We're pinned down."