As the gunfire continued to exchange, Sunny heard the enemy soldier shout something in a language he didn't understand. But he knew what it meant.
"Backup's coming!" one of Sunny's teammates yelled, as the enemy soldier's voice echoed down the hallway.
Sunny's eyes narrowed, his face set in a grimace. "Shit!" he spat, his voice low and vicious. "Damn it! We need to take him out, now!"
He intensified his fire, trying to pin the enemy soldier down. But the soldier was too well-trained, and he managed to return fire despite the hail of bullets.
Sunny's teammates joined in, their rifles clattering away as they tried to overwhelm the enemy soldier. But Sunny knew they were running out of time.
Backup would arrive soon, and when it did, Sunny's team would be outnumbered and outgunned. They needed to end this fight, fast.
Sunny's rifle clicked empty, and he knew he had to reload. But he also knew he couldn't do it while the enemy soldier was still returning fire.
"Fragmentation grenade, now!" Sunny shouted to his teammate.
The teammate nodded, swiftly pulling a grenade from his vest. He pulled the pin and tossed the grenade down the hallway, towards the enemy soldier.
"Get down!" Sunny yelled, as the grenade exploded with a deafening crash.
The blast sent shrapnel flying everywhere, and Sunny's teammates hit the deck, seeking cover. Sunny took advantage of the distraction to swiftly change his magazine, his hands moving with practiced ease.
As he slapped the new magazine into place, Sunny peered around the pillar, his eyes scanning the hallway for any signs of the enemy soldier. The grenade had bought him a few seconds' reprieve, but he knew it wouldn't last.
Sunny peeked around the pillar, his eyes scanning the hallway. Suddenly, a yell echoed down the hallway, followed by a faint cry of pain.
Sunny's eyes narrowed. "I think we got him," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
He signaled to his teammates, a swift hand gesture that meant "stand up". The teammates nodded, swiftly getting to their feet.
As Sunny stood up, he felt a slight stinging sensation in his eye. He winced, his hand instinctively rising to his face.
But his helmet had saved him, the Kevlar absorbing the impact of the shrapnel. Sunny let out a swift breath, his eyes scanning the hallway once more.
"Let's move," he said, his voice firm. "We need to confirm the enemy soldier is down."
Here is the revised continuation:
Sunny approached the enemy soldier cautiously, his rifle trained on the prone figure. The soldier was buried under a pile of debris and dirt, his body twisted at an unnatural angle.
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire echoed down the hallway, and Sunny's teammate was hit in the chest plate. The bullet cracked the plate, but thankfully, it held.
"Taking fire!" Sunny shouted, as he dove to the side, seeking cover behind a nearby pillar.
The enemy backup had arrived, and they were pinning Sunny's team down with heavy fire. Sunny peered around the pillar, his eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of the enemy's position.
Sunny shouted to his teammate, "You alright?!"
The teammate coughed, his breathing heavy, as he huddled behind the pillar. "Y-yeah... I'm good!" he stammered, wincing in pain.
Sunny nodded, his eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of the enemy's position. The other teammate, who had been quietly observing the scene, suddenly sprang into action.
He leaned out from behind the pillar, his rifle clattering away as he returned fire. The sound of gunfire echoed down the hallway, the smell of smoke and sweat filling the air.