Promise

MC POV

*bang* *bang* *bang* *ch* *ch*

Shit I'm out of ammo.

"Reloading!" I yell to my squad member just a few meters away.

I don't know if he will be able to hear me under all this noise.

"Copy!" He responds.

*Crack!*

I can hear the bullets flying right over my head. Two of my squad members have been k.i.a leaving only me and John. I don't how long we will be able to hold this position for but it is only a matter of time before those damn monkeys rush us.

"John!" I call out grabbing his attention. Twirling my finger in the air I indicate to him to regroup. We're going to have to fall back for any chance of survival.

"Covering Fire!" I yell whilst shooting back at the enemy.

Making it to my side John stays quite only firing counter shots from time to time. He is waiting for my orders.

"John, we have to fall back. There are a few rocks behind we can use as cover as we retreat. I'll cover you first. Got that?"

"....yes sir." He responds weakly.

I know what he is thinking. Leaving behind our comrades bodies for our enemies to desecrate. Even I don't like it, but what choice do I have? Surviving is our number one priority now.

"Lets go! Covering Fire!"

Breaking out of cover I fire a volley of shots at the enemy position diverging their attention to me as John makes a beeline for the cover behind me. If we are able make it behind this mountain then it would give us a few minutes for a breather.

*5 minutes later

"Haaaaa Haaaaa Haaa" I gasp for air and so does John.

"We made it." I say to John while he responds with only a nod.

Not minding it I contact headquarters.

"This is knight to HQ. Do you copy? Over."

"This is HQ. We copy. Over."

"Position D has been overrun and we are at final location with 2 casualties. When is backup arriving?! Over!"

"HQ to knight. Back up has already been dispatched. ETA five minutes. Hold your position. Over."

"Fuck!" I scream punching the ground.

John is looking at me. I'm positive that he knows the situation but I'll say it anyways.

"Reinforcements won't be here for at least another 5 minutes. We are going to hold this position. Not like we have any other choice. Ha ha." I chuckle in an attempt to brighten the mood a little.

"Hold my ass. When I get back I'm going to get that radio operator to hold this dick." John says vulgarly.

I laugh," Haha careful with what you say to her in her face. She might charge you for sexual assault."

John only responds with a weird expression, "pfft hahaha, well that would be the last of my problems considering the deep shit we're in right now. Captain… mind if I borrow the radio?"

I stay silent. It seems we think alike, that we are going to die here. The enemy is at least 80 and we are only 2. It's a miracle that we are even alive now. Handing over the radio I suddenly hear the enemy shouts.

"John what's your ammo situation?"

"2 spare clips sir." John replies with a grim expression. He is designated marksman of the squad so it's not all that bad. With around sixty bullets of his main gun and plus his sidearm he will last for awhile.

"Hehe does that matter? Just simply use 1 bullet per person." I joke.

"Easy for you to say sir, being the best within the s.a.s."

"Why are you calling me sir?"

"I feel more comfortable calling you that way."

The shouts get louder. This is it. Only another 5 minutes.

I call to John, "John."

"Yes sir?" He asks back.

"I'm gunna get you back. I promise."

*pak *pak

Shots hit the rocks besides us.

*5 minutes later

I can hear the sounds of a helicopter in the distance.

"John! Just hold on a little longer! Back up is here!" I yell at John so as to keep him awake.

He has been hit thrice on the leg, shoulder and arm. I don't know how much longer he will hold on for.

I WON'T LET HIM DIE.

*bang *bang *ch *ch

"Shit. Reloading" I say out of reflex.

It was at this moment that I hear the helicopters flying overhead. Backup has arrived.

'Just a little longer' I thought.

Missiles and bullets rain down on the enemy. Dust and dirt fly everywhere blocking my vision.

I don't know how but 1 man seems to have made it out alive holding only a grenade in his hands.

'Crap!'

*BANG

I shoot, hitting him in the head but it's already too late. He already threw it. Watching its trajectory I see it landing near John. with no time to think I immediately dive for the grenade.

"GRENADE!"

I land face down feeling the object pressing on my armour. This is it.

A muffled explosion comes out from under me and my vision fades.

…

"Sir? Sir? You're alright. You're alright. Backup is here. MEDIC! MEDIC! I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC OVER HERE!"

I feel numb. I can't gather any strength. Feels like I'm missing everything waist down. Ah, that's right...I'm dying.

"He is bleeding out and his stomach has been blown open. I'm sorry sir but I don't think he's going to make it."

I hear faint voices. Are they talking about me?

"Shit...Shit! Why?!"

Is that John? So he made it. My promise came through, but with this another had also been broken.

Gathering every ounce of my strength I grab John's arm.

"S-sir?" John calls out weakly.

I can feel his tears dropping on my hand. I move my lips barely managing to get anything out.

"p-promised."

"yes...yeah…"

I'm blacking out.

I...don't want to die but do I even have a choice?

"haaah" I breathe out one last time and close my eyes.

"goodbye sir… sleep well."