So, myself and a couple of team mates were given a kill order by the USN. My buddies, Ace, Mud, and Ditch, all decided that we take on this supposed weapons dealer in the valley of the Hindu Kush. Word is that they're armed to the teeth, and it was up to us to let them meet their maker. A few short hours later, we arrived there on the C-130 (loud as fuck). It was our go to jump out this monster, and straight into Hell. It was around 0400, it's cold, and it's very dry. Nothing worse then having the four of us sing "I got a pocket full of sunshine". I believe we could have destroyed them all with our amazing vocals, and Ace's so called moonwalk, hah. Three hours go by, and we find this village. We believe that it's the mass weapons dealer, Idris Abdel. Ditch set-up the coms, as Ace and I kept watch for any local insurgents taking their routine patrols. Mud however thought it'd be better if we just waited until nightfall if we just grab-n-bag this mother fucker. It wasn't my call, and everyone agreed upon it. Although Ditch told coms that we'll need an extraction at 0300. Nightfall came, and we all had our M4A1's, of-course mine had the "Hello Kitty" sticker on it. We were all on Mud's go, and as soon as we were about open the biggest hut in the village. There were 11-14 insurgents, and Idris Abdel himself waiting. Turns out, these fuckers knew we were coming because of the signal Ditch had let out. Shit, now we're in some deep shit. But in no hesitation. I shot two of those assholes straight in the middle of their eyes. Ditch, hurried and had the other three next to me. Mud, had tackled Abdel, and Ace's gun was jammed, so he had gotten a few hits in the chest/pelvis area. To bad these guys didn't think that this guy wasn't going down without a fight. He raced for his M9111 Colt, and took down at-least two of them while he was on his knees, and another three has he was on the ground. I didn't wanna leave his body there, but we had no choice, and we are being surrounded by these fucking lunatics. Screaming and yelling "Death to the infidels!". Ditch was hurt bad, his left ear is coming off, and he was bleeding profusely. He gave me a letter stating, "I Love you, Jenny". I couldn't believe it, this asshole really thinks he's going to die on me. I picked him up, and told him. "You're gonna tell her yourself, get your gameface on you sonofabitch". Mud had already been wounded when we had made landfall from the jump we had done on the C-130. Almost broke his entire left arm, actually. But he's a warrior, and he wasn't going down without crushing some inbred skulls. We raced to the nearest hill. This one being only like, 7 feet tall, we had no other option. At-least we still had our ammo, and our determination to get the hell out of here. Ditch tried setting up coms but was to weak and blood was getting all over the screen. I myself wanted to do it, but I was afraid of him not having to see his wife. Mud had one thing to do, and he let the bastard go. Instead he reached for his beacon, and already been shot-up a few times. He took it, and without us knowing, ran into the hail of gunfire. Just for Ditch and I to get the fuck out of here. Surprisingly, he wasn't touched and when he was running back. He was shot all across his back, and face first into the gravel. The only thing I could do was scream, and I ran out there. All I could hear was the whistling of the bullets coming past me. I've been hit a few times, I know it. I could feel that burning "sensation" running though my body. I didn't care, he was my friend, and he just gave his life for us. The battle waged on for another twenty minutes. Ditch still hanging on, and firing his last magazine. Finally we heard a friendly sound of two Apaches, that had just came in, and without warning, blew up and splattered those fucks in every corner. We finally had also got a blackhawk into the vicinity in about 3-4 minutes after those Apaches saved our asses. A group of U.S. Army Rangers came in and helped Ditch up, good thing is. He was going to make it. As they picked up Mud, I asked for his helmet. I took that helmet, and I thank him everyday for him saving me, and Ditch. For me to be here, and for Ditch to see his wife once again. As for Ace, he was unconscious, and is doing fine.