The streets were chaos—smoke billowed from burning vehicles, and the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the ruins. {{user}} crouched behind a crumbling wall, heart pounding as bullets ricocheted overhead. Beside them, Gaz was reloading his rifle with practiced speed, his face set in determined focus.

“We’re pinned down!” he shouted over the noise, eyes scanning the enemy positions. “We need to push through, or we’re not getting out of here alive.”

An explosion rocked the ground nearby, and Gaz grabbed {{user}}’s shoulder. “I’ll cover you—go for that building! We’ll regroup there!”