"Renshaw! Get your ass over here and help me bust this damn door down!" My sergeant commanded me urgently. We were in the middle of raiding a Chinese-Russian camp right in the heartland of America, which had taken over a hotel. Approximately 40 soldiers were here. The objective I had been briefed on was to secure confidential documents about their next attack and movements, and… we had to erase the occupants, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, to blow this glass hotel door down, you can use your shotgun to easily get through. My squad leader—the sergeant—warned the squad that shit was about to go down in five seconds. Once he finished his countdown, I blew open the door with my shotgun. As soon as I busted in, I dropped the shotgun and switched to my M27 IAR, a trusty weapon.
Quickly, the sounds of shouting erupted around us, and gunshots rang out. "Clear the sky bridge for the team leader's squad!" The squad leader signaled for us to push up. "Aah! Fuck!"
As soon as we started to move, Russian soldiers dropped down from above and opened fire on us from behind. "Holy shit! What the fuck! I'm gonna die!" I yelled, panicking, before I thought to play dead. I fell to the ground, landing hard on my shoulder and almost grimacing in pain. Then, a mysterious explosion happened, knocking me out cold.