Dusty was leaning against a damaged wall for cover, bullets whizzed past him from the suppressing enemy

"Damnit, where the fuck are they?" Dusty mumbled to himself, wondering where the rest of his convoy was

When the bullets stopped flying, Dusty fired blindly from around the corner before his M4 jammed, pulling his rifle in front of him, he cleared the jammed casing from the spent round out of the chamber before being suppressed again

This is getting ridiculous. He thought, before hearing an explosion and panicked yelling followed immediately by the sound of a .50 cal

"About damn time!" Dusty took the opportunity and finished off his magazine

"Howdy. Need a hand?" The marine manning the .50 asked

"Marines? Where's the rest of my convoy?" Dusty asked, reloading in the brief time of peace

The marine shook his head before speaking up "They were ambushed as well. They radio'd for assistance but we arrived too late. You're the only one left."

"God damnit!"

Dusty came back to, smelling the burning smell of stew

"God damnit!" He exclaimed, walking towards the burnt stew and taking the pot away from the fire