War in Another World.

Time: 12:00AM

Date: August 5th 2056.

Pvt.James McKay.

U.S Marine.

Location: Afghanistan.

"THIS IS WHISKY DELTA NINE ZERO! COME IN BRAVO FOXTROT SEVEN TWO! WE NEED IMMEDIATE AIR SUPPORT!" Pvt.Ryan shouted into his wrist pad.

"This is Bravo Foxtrot Seven Two reading you loud and clear Whisky Delta." Responded the strafe pilot.

James,Alan,Ryan and Peter had reunited with the rest of the squad but It never took long until they were the only survivors.

James was with Alan holding their position at a doorway in an abandoned building they had taken refuge in when they got ambushed. Peter was with Ryan waiting for air support.

"WE NEED YOU TO DO A STRAFE RUN ON A BUILDING APPROXIMATELY 2 CLICKS NORTH FROM OUR POSITION!" Shouted Ryan.

"Roger that Whisky Delta. We need you to mark the building for us." Responded the pilot.

"PETER I NEED YOU TO COVER ME WHILE I MOVE OVER TO THAT FALLEN DEBRIS OVER THERE SO I CAN LAZE THE BUILDING!" Ryan ordered.

"Roger!" Peter responded.

Ryan looked out from cover and Immediately ran out of cover to the debris with Peter giving him covering fire.

Ryan slid behind cover and peeped out with his arm pointed outwards.

"PETER YOU ALRIGHT?!" Ryan yelled over to Peter.

"YEAH! I'M ON MY LAST COUPLE OF MAGS THOUGH!" Peter responded whilst putting a clip inside his GY-41 Assault Rifle.

Ryan did some things with his wrist pad and a thin red laser shot out of a light on the top of It.

"THIS IS WHISKY DELTA I'M MARKING THE BUILDING FOR YOU NOW!" Ryan shouted into his wrist pad as he pointed the laser at the building.

James was at the door along with Alan.

"HOW YOU HOLDING UP JAMES?!" Shouted Alan as he blind fired out the door.

"I'M ALRIGHT! YOU?!" Replied James as he launched a grenade out the window.

"I'M GO-" Alan Immediately ducked so no part of his body was showing out the window.

"GET DOWN JAMES! SNIPER!" Alan shouted over to James.

James thought of nothing at that point and Immediately did the same.

"DO YOU HAVE EYES ON THE BASTARD?!" Shouted James as he emptied an entire magazine Into a terrorist who was stupid enough to enter the building.

"NEGATIVE!" Alan replied.

"I'LL DRAW HIS FIRE! WHEN YOU SEE HIS SCOPE SHINE YOU LIGHT THAT AREA UP!" James shouted reaching for a mirror that was lying in front of him.

Alan nodded and reached for his customized MK-700 Sniper Rifle.

James grabbed the mirror and put it up to the window and set it at the right angle so the suns light gleamed off it.

Alan was ready with his sniper.

It wasn't a full 5 seconds before the mirror smashed and Alan was emptying his snipers clip into a building.

"SHIT!" James yelled pulling back his hand.

"I GOT HIM!" Alan yelled with a cheer.

"FUCK YEAH BRO!" James yelled whilst fist bumping Alan.

The celebration never lasted long until they heard Ryan and Peter shout on them.

They both got up and ran as fast as they could until they got to the two.

"You called?" Alan said jokingly.

"YEAH! WE ARE GETTING OVERRUN!" Ryan shouted as he blind fired his pistol.

The four were getting assaulted with waves upon waves of terrorists.

"FUCKING HELL! HOW MANY OF THESE GUYS ARE TH-" James was cut off before falling to the floor.

"HOLY FUCK! JAMES!" Peter shouted as he ran over to James.

James had been shot in the left eye but was somehow still alive but was bleeding heavily.

"JAMES! DON'T FUCKING DO THIS MAN!" Peter yelled with tears going down his face.

"I-I'm alright...R-really..." James moaned.

"NO! YOU'RE NOT "All right" YOU JUST GOT SHOT IN THE FUCKING EYE!" Peter yelled.

Peter turned to Ryan and Alan and shouted at them.

"WE ARE MOVING OUT OF HERE! JAMES IS WOUNDED AND WE GOTTA GET UPSTAIRS!" Peter yelled trying to get James on his feet.

"ROGER!" Ryan and Alan shouted at the same time.

"C'MON JAMES GET THE FUCK UP!" Peter shouted eventually getting James up.

"PETER HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Ryan shouted at Peter.

James couldn't aim or see properly with only one eye so he took his AQ-90 Fully Automatic pistol out of his holster and held it in his hand that wasn't over Peters shoulder.

"I'll cover you...." James coughed.

Peter nodded and started to move with James.

Ryan and Alan made a path since the room to get upstairs was swarming with terrorists.

"C'MON! NEARLY TH-" Peter was cut off by an explosion which sent him backwards.

Peter Immediately got up and helped James up.

"SHIT! THESE GUYS ARE FUCKING CRAZY! FIRST GRENADES NOW FUCKING RPG'S?!" Peter yelled.

Ryan and Alan were waiting for them at the bottom of the staircase.

Peter was just about to get James to the other room when James suddenly pushed him into the other room.

"JAMES WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOI-" Peter froze and saw the grenade and James feet.

"JAMES! NO!" Peter was held back by Ryan and Alan with tears flowing down his face.

James saluted and the grenade exploded.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES!!!" Peter shouted.

The dust quickly vanished....Along with James...