Cecil trekked through the woods, holding his emptied out shotgun close to his chest. He kept his breath short and sharp, his stamina running low. Several gunshots rang through the air, each piercing sound making the soldier jolt. "Damnit..damnit damnit damnit..!" Cecil narrowly dodged a bullet, taking cover behind a log. "Uh- Team- Team Seven requesting back up." Cecil whispered desperately into the walkie talkie.