There we were, a band of brothers, enlisted in the US Army.
It was me, the quiet but serious medic (not yet a General)
the RPG guy who loved his rocket launcher more than his wife and spoke highly of it in area chat
the wise joke cracking rifleman who couldn't resist a good pun
the russian with broken english who sniped so much you could of thought he was vasily zaytsev
the kind hearted squad leader who left no man behind and treated everyone as an equal
and the slow learning new machine gunner with a laugh that touch the soul

There we were, a band of brothers, fighting in the scorched earth that was the middle east, the game had been going on for half an hour and we had just finished clearing up a camp filled with local militia when squad 2 requested our assistance in saving their downed troops half a klick south from us.
Our squad leader didn't even hesitate to dive back into the fire as he agreed to come to the aid of our fellow soldiers, our sharpshooter was hesitant as he knew we were all low on ammunition from the last firefight and we were nowhere near our FoB. There came an awkward silence for a brief moment as we already knew we had no time to resupply, our rifleman made a snarky comment about how we'll catch the enemy with their pants down anyways, we all laughed as together we felt invincible, so onward we marched.

There we were, a band of brothers, making our way to the last known location of squad 2 when we passed through a small town, we heared explosions not far from us, we were getting hesitent, our RPG man said quietly over local chat that he had a bad feeling about our situation, not even a moment later did the crack of a bullet wizz past my ears as I dived down, scrambiling back to my stance I saw our machine gunner down on the ground, bleeding out as he screamed for his mother over local chat, our sniper started to tell him to shut up since the enemy could hear us but his statement was cut short as he was hit directly by an RPG, we popped smoke and stopped the machine gunner's bleeding, for the next 5 minutes we spent dug in a house fighting for our lives, for the brother beside us, soon we ran out of ammo, it was over, there was nothing more we could do. Our rifleman was the first to go AWAL, in a fit of fear he dashed out of the house screaming "LATER" it wasn't even a moment later that he met the bullet. I stepped outside to see if I could reach him only to get hit myself and fall down, my squad leader screamed in a fit of horror as he ran over to me to stop my bleeding with his last field dressing, that was when our machine gunner, the new guy, stepped out of the house and opened fire without any care for his well being while screaming "COME ON, TAKE ME YOU FILTHY REBELS" as he slowly moved forward spraying down the enemy from the hills with his LMG only to hear a single crack and he fell for the last time and said he did his best. By this time I was not bleeding but could not get up without real medical attention, the only one left, our squad leader looked out into the distance then back at me and said "I'm sorry I got you all into this mess, I made a bad call, I will pay for it." He stood up and pulled out a grenade and charged the enemy who believed they killed us all, moments later I heard an explosion..I knew what the sarge did, as he payed the ultimate sacrifice.

There I was, alone. It was then I decided to let fate take me as I slipped away.


Then we all respawned and our rifleman said "well that was gay"