"Laswell, Laswell, how copy!?"

Price tried to shout to Laswell through the comms, but the connection and overall audibility were terrible due to jammers and explosions. They retreated back, the enemies slowly advanced. Ghost was silent, collected and serious, but even his eyes flashed with uncertainty as his bullets began to run out.

Gaz and Soap were cursing at the top of their lungs, firing indiscriminately at anyone who didn't have a Task Force 141 patch. Dima looked for an escape route, but they were herded onto a small bridge leading to the water. It was their only escape route, but it was a terrible idea.

"Laswell! Laswell, we're surrounded, caught between the enemy and the water!"

Price cursed under his breath when the answer was once again white noise.

Ghost gruffly grunted: "Captain, I'm running out of ammo and ideas."

Soap shouted over the noise of the explosion: "I second it!"

Gaz muttered: "We're all going to die here..."