As my allies had reached the bridge, i noticed a dead body from the enemy. This was my chance to make a great impact on the enemy. As I took the body and went in disguise, I threw the body into the spike pit. I sprinted across the bridge and saw the enemy sniper. He checked me out. He looked me over from head to toes. I held my breath. Just as i started sweating, another soldier came down. I was relived when the sniper turned and told his soldier one of the enemy had been reported missing by a scout. This was a bad problem, not only would I have to take out the scout, I would have to take out the sniper. The best on his team. I ran upstairs and saw the scout. He was packing a shotgun and starting to head out. I had all of the rage built up inside of me. As i took out my knife, there was a brief moment where, I felt I shouldn't do this. But my emotions took over my body. I slashed my knife in his back. As he fell screaming in agony, I stabbed him in the stomach. Somehow, the sniper hadn't heard. As i crept up behind him, I saw the heavy soldier. If i were to survive, I would have to take out the sniper, and throw the knife at him. This was easier said than done. By the time the sniper was dead, the heavy soldier turned around and shot at me. As i dove behind the crates, I was already hit in several places. The shooting stopped. I waited, I saw him walk up to me, with a handgun, it was aimed at me. Just as he said, "Say your prayers", a sniper shot hit him and he was dead right away. I was the luckiest person in the world at that point. As I ran upstairs i took the flag. When i was running out, I was hit from a turret shot. I fell on my knees and began crawling. Another shot hit my back. A nearby team mate offered help, I simply told him to take the flag, and save us from death. As I threw the flag to him, he caught it and ran. As I took my last breath, just as I saw the enemy advancing I said, "You Son of a bitches...WILL NOT WIN!!"
