Cut Down

Behind a wrecked car, 2nd Squad huddled, their rifles spitting defiant bursts at the enemy. A young girl clung to one of the ODSTs, her hands clamped over her ears, face buried against his armored back, trembling. Tanto laid down cover fire, trying to give them a chance to move.

"Fuck I'm jammed!" called out Barker, who began working the malfunction with his MG. Doc’s voice cut through the noise, shouting to Davis, “Hang in there, man! You’re gonna be fine! We’re getting you home!” His words felt like a prayer against the roar of battle, but I could see Davis out there, still exposed. "Where the fuck is Jackson and Dog Company?" Krone barked over comms.