Copying Thinkto, I wrote a little story inspired by soldat. Just better.
"It's raining men, halleluja it's raining men, hey yeaah..." it thundered from the speakers of the Humvee's radio that was carrying the second infantry squad of the 55-2 regiment down the snowy road to Beauford City, a squad consisting of six men who've tasted the flavour of war often enough already. Stan was driving, the engineering specialist of the team. While driving, he messed around with a wartorn Mp5, which's stock had been torn out after breaking and that didn't take clips in, they keeped falling out. "Turn that bollocks off", Mike yelled from the back of the car. Mike, the team's long-range specialist, wasn't much of a music fan, maybe because his parents used to listen to freejazz when he was younger. Now he was 38 years old, the oldest soldier in the squad and still the one with the best eyes. "Shut up", Stan shouted back, trying to sound over the Weather Girls and the thound of the Humvee. Ontop of everyone now, there was Jason sitting on the mounted S.A.W. It didn't take further ten seconds, when he yelled down "STOP, NOW!", but nobody understood his words over the sound of the Humvee. "WHAT?". "STOP THE FUCKING CAR, NOW!". Stan hammered the into the brakes and turned the humvee across the road. Jason turned in towards the direction the vehicle was facing before.
Out of a sudden, a burst of bullets hit the vehicle into the right side. Jason responded, while the rest of the team jumped out of the car to the left and unfolded their rifle's stocks. The noise was intense, as always, Jason wasn't releasing the trigger at all, just waving the barrel of the SAW around. Blake and Tyler were on the fron and on the back end of the car, holding their rifles over it and trying hard to see where the enemies were. The city was two miles away but they could slightly see it in the background. Where were those shots coming from? They didn't want to waste ammunition but they were in a tough spot. Only cover was their car to an everlasting stream of bullets flying at them being in a desert of snow with only some small trees around them.
To be continued...