Only a few of us left now.
I'm surrounded by Terrorists.
My comrade is nearby, shaking. He's been through the ringer, and he just gives me the Thousand Yard Stare.
We can't move, the enemy set up a sniper position, moving now would just be committing suicide.
Someone just got back from being AFK.
He runs out into the open and yells "LEEEROOOY JEEENKIIINS!".
He dies on the spot.
My ammo is almost depleted, it's nearing the end of the round.
I hear gunshots being exchanged, the guy in the corner is no longer there, and blood is the only trace of him.
A few moments later and it's quiet, too much for my own good. I feel myself tense.
A terrorist rounds the corner and spots me, in the end, I'm down to no ammo and I'm near death.
I hear an enemy nearby.
'♥♥♥♥ it,' I thought.
I pull out a grenade and hold the pin, I run out into the fray.
I scream into my mic, "ALLAHU ACKBAR!"
Me and the enemy both die in the ensuing explosion.
But what's this?
The guy that was in the corner from earlier was the last one remaining, he somehow took out the sniper.
We indeed win, victory.
But at what cost?
I am forever tramautized.
9/11-IGN, Would PTSD again.