5:24 PM Moscow, Russia.
Sounds of gunfire filled the air, shadows moved from building to building each one shouting out orders.
"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
"OPEN FIRE!"
"WE NEED MOR- Gah!"
More and more were falling to the enemy's gunfire one brave soul ran over to his squad's long range radio and said with panic in his voice.
"Hello, Hello, is anyone out there? Does anyone read me? Please respond!"
No response came through the radio's speaker.
"Shit." He muttered to himself "I will have to send this out anyways. My name is Lieutenant Ozwald of an organization known as the Coalition. If anyone can hear me send help, my and my squad are stuck in the middle of Moscow. We got ambushed by a group of bandits known as the Rangers."
A grenade landed not more than a few feet away from the radio, with a loud bang and flash a few were dead, but not him. "Shit, that was way to close. Listen we are running out of ammo and weapons, we need help soon, if not sooner. If anyone reads me we need help, I repeat if anyone hears me plea- INCOMING!!" Another loud explosion, and with that the radio went silent.