Prologue -1

Boom! Bam! Puh, Puh, Puh!

I looked around the battlefield to see my friends dying. Everything was in slow-motion. Dead bodies littered the battlefield ground. One feeling took over my body as everyone died. Pure Rage... I took into consideration what I had on me.

An M4 and 3 mags, a Colt with 2 mags. 2 grenades, a smoke, and a combat knife. I scanned the battlefield and saw about 50-60 enemies.

I was in a trench and in front of me was a long stretch of land. Many people died going through this field. I pulled a smoke out and threw it. It exploded into a small cloud of smoke. I ran from my trench and pushed up with my M4 out.

4 to five enemies pushed into the smoke in front of me. I was a ghost and killed each in every one of them. I popped out of the smoke and threw both of my grenades. I killed 10 to 15 people with the explosion. With my M4 up I started to fire, killing 3-10-21.

My kills started to go up. I ran out of bullets for my M4 for and I pulled out my Colt and I popped into an enemy trench. I killed as many as I could. I ended up dying to 10 people in an underground room. My last thought was, "Those fucking campers."