I Want to Shout “Decepticons, Retreat! Retreat!” Too!

In less than ten seconds, Captain Lennox of the Army Special Forces had sent fourteen comrades who had fought beside him through life and death to their graves with a single order to fire. Holding an HK416 assault rifle behind cover, he stared ahead in confusion. One after another, the teammates who had joked with him only moments ago died by his bullets. Sweat soaked the weapon's grip in his hands, making it feel strangely heavy.