(Open Rp) {:Some where in the the middle east: time 4:23pm: Date: ??? :} "We are pinned down, I repeat we are pinned down! Enemy contacts at our six!" Drake turns his big 50cal at his six upon hearing his men and unloads the cannon, the roar of his gun echoing around them like thunder. "Sniper on roof Sniper on Roof!!!" Drake runs for cover, only to clipped in the leg dropping to the ground his men was being picked off, he holds him self up firing his 50 till all he could hear was the clicking of an empty gun he tosses it pulling his 45 and unloading taking cover behind a downed wall, most of his men now lay dead in the streets the rest pinned down under enemy fire. He check his leg he was badly wounded, there was no way he was making it out on his own taking up his M16 he yells out for help. "MEDIC! MEDIC!" His cries only drawing enemy fire down upon him, he returns fire the best he could, the adrenaline in his body the only thing now fighting the pain he felt, that shot throughout his whole leg. He stands taking aim unload onto the enemy, an RPG hits a few feet to his left sending him flying into the wall knocking him out cold, part of the wall he had hit falls down on top of him, covering his body from the enemy.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 19:07:51 +0000
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