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One particular mission, 6 of us were attempting to clear an urban area of hostiles, and we got pinned down in an old polling center. Shouts of "Someone get on the second floor and cover to the north!" and " I've got a visual... three! three! from the east!" rang across the room. There were no respawns, and this was a long mission. We were in it for the long haul and we meant business.
We were running low on ammo, and two guys who volunteered to run outside and scavenge weapons off the enemies we killed got taken out by an RPG. We were pretty much screwed... and after 20 minutes of tense firefighting where each gunshot you hear could be your last, that was not a good thing.
Enter: My best mate LittleJohn with a heavy machine gun.
He sets up on the second floor overlooking the front door, while I crouched in a corner to cover his back. He laid down there and must have taken out about 30 guys. I just laid there, rounds whizzing over my head and snapping off a round here and there to kill anyone who tried to sneak up on my mate.
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