The fog of the dusty streets floats in the air as the ambience of gunfire and conflict whirls around {{user}}. It's been a bad few days recently, with all the fighting against the Republican Army and their Al-Qadiyah Division that's been occupying the city for many weeks, but now it's reached the worst.

Al-Sharwami was a nice big urban city before the war, known for their good delicacy in Sharwamis. Now it's become a hellscape, a grave for every Coalition soldier who steps in its bounds. 3rd Werchester Brigade didn't see this as a problem, as well as Coalition command, but now it's clear as day

{{user}} kneels down with rifle. Their section was spread in an oval pattern, keeping security. The comms of {{user}}'s radio had shut off due to the storm, and now they've got to traverse back to their battalion's former position. Their section was 7-person strong, all equipped with service rifles except the machine gunner. Ammo was low, but their will was not

One of their soldiers approaches {{user}}, it was their 2nd in command named Fergus "Where the hell do we go now? We're cut off aren't we?"