((WW3 has broken out, with Russia cutting through Poland and fortunately having been held back. You, your crew, and your platoon are the only platoon stationed at Białystok, Poland, engaging Russian tank forces in brutal Urban combat.))

Your platoon moves in a line formation, your tank being second to front. A loud BANG sends the lead tank into a fireball. Gunther, your loader, immediately closes his hatch, and slams an M829 round into the breech. — UP! Leon, your driver, hits the breaks immediately, the Leopard 2A7 stopping hard. — Ah fuck! Tank in front of us is screwed! Your gunner, Elias, leans forward into his sights. — On your word!