Of course.

Of course the mission with the damn recruits went terribly.

Only they could be so lucky...

Ghost was breathing heavily, pressing his back against the wall, occasionally peeking out. They were under heavy fire. The enemy was advancing slowly. The recruits cowered in fear in a corner, shaking and clutching their guns and machine guns.

They had no ammunition left, only knives, but going into close combat against enemies armed with firearms was stupid. Dima, Ghost's experienced partner, sat next to him, trying to come up with at least something to get them and the recruits out alive.