This game I chose the American faction to play in as a support soldier with my trusty M249 SAW. Spawning into the Strike of Karkand of Battlefield 2 the first thing I noticed was the yellow fog that draped over everything giving the city of karkand a wasted dusty town.
The battle was already underway between the Middle Eastern Coalition(MEC) and the Marine Expeditionary Unit(MEU). Already I can hear the distinctive popping popcorn sound of an automatic weapon rattling in the distance writing its own story. The SAW felt good in my hands as I joined up with my squad Charlie backs pressed against a wall as the squad leader peeked over the corner.
"Rush that courtyard and stay low!" the squad leader screamed
In a rattle and jangle of loose equipment, ammo magazines clanking against each other and the sound of leather stomping down on dusty tarmac everything was a blur. I barely had time to look around for dangers. i concentrated on following everyone.
True enough the popping sound started again more fiercely than I have ever heard as bright green tracers flow around and between the squad like angry insects. People next to me suddenly get lifted off their feets as if lifted by some invisible hand their expressions a blur in that moment as the horrible whizzing sounds of bullets streak past my ear
"Hit em Hit em!" The squad leader screamed more in fright than coolness. I couldnt blame him.
I dropped on my stomach in a crawl as I extended my SAW in front of me extending its bipods slowly to hear the springs push at the bipods sturdily for me to rest that solid piece of plastic and metal death onto the dust.
Bracing my shoulders ignoring everyone around me I aimed the sight down at the flickering lights ahead of me that threatened us. Furtive figures darted around menacingly.
Fraaaak!
Fraak!
Fraaaaaaak!
The kick of letting fly a hundred pieces of lead hit me with more force than I can prepare for. Strangely comforted by the assuring rhythmic kick of the SAW I began to pick at figures in the distant courtyard watching them tumble like marionettes without strings. I didnt feel anything for these deaths. I couldnt. How could I? We all knew the price of being here. And I'm dishing out bills.
Charlie squad already has taken cover around me firing at the distant figures also taking cover as the firefight intensified from other squads joining us. My ear felt like someone poking a hot needle in as the intense sound of battle hurt me. The sharp crack of a snipers 7.62 hurted me. The misleading crunchy sound of 5.56 comforted me. The zipping return 7.62 Warsaw ammo worried me as it picked off pieces of construction around me blinding my eyes.
The squeeky rumbling announced something that we werent prepared for.
My squadlead crouched and holding a radio to his ear, plugged his other ear with his hand was screaming into the phone. Worryingly he threw the phone back to the radioman and screamed at us.
"Fall back!"
"Fall back!"
I blinked as I saw in front of me. A massive form of steel and death roll from the fog unto us.
A T-72. With a big bill for us.
