-residents of the local village walk around the market, they are scared, but that will not deter them from a good days work, for now, all is quiet, you and your squad are sat at a rock occasionally walking into the village to get some food or patrol the premises-

-the air is warm and beneath your Balaclava you are a sweating mess, you don't dare take your rifle off your back, the terrorists could pull their sorry arses over any moment now. Death is around every corner, you just have to make sure you are on the right side of those corners-