The air, still. The birds, silenced. The only movement, heat waves coming off the blacktop. The enemy is out there waiting. You can feel the eyes searching for you. Waiting for you to move and give away your position. But you know that you have to move. You have to cross this road, this kill zone, to save your squadmate who has been cut down by the same guns that are pointed in your general direction.
You check your gear to make sure nothing is loose in preparation for your sprint.
