All the gunfire turns my way. I roll down a slope and dive behind a rock.
I pull out m Walkie-Talkie and speak into it, "All gunfire is in me. I need backup."
"Affirmative. What are your coordinates." Asks a man over the radio.
"Uh. We are in Northern Greenland. The Iranians followed us. When I hear you I'll pull some flares."
"Roger." Says the man.
I load another bullet into the chamber of the gun and exit cover to shoot.
A man falls dead.
I get back into cover and a helicopter begins to near.
I pull a flare from my pack and toss into the snow near me. The snow around the flare begins to melt.
The chopper door opens and at least 2 dozen of heavily armed soldiers jump down from the plane.
The gunfire grows louder and the hitting against the rock stops.
I begin to assist the men here to back us.
I run to a better pics of cover and begin to fire down Iranian men.
Three of the Iranian men charge the two dozen of soldiers.
The Iranian soldiers have over 20 C4 charges strapped and an definitely dodge heavy gunfire.
With that there's a loud boom.
I'm off my feet and I fall back.
I hit the ground with a thump as my vision begins to regain.
A heavy armored Iranian walks towards me with a 1 foot long blade machete.
He grabs me by the collar of my shirt and lifts me from the snow.
I hear the cock of a pistol.
I slip my knife from my pocket and dive at the mans legs. The blade inserts nicely into his leg.
He begins to fall forward.
I roll back and throw the blade into his neck. I push him to the side and throw my foot across his other leg.
He drops face first into the snow dead.
"Get out of there now!" Yells the commander over the comms.
"Affirmative." I say calmly. An evacuation helicopter flies above throwing a ladder down.
American soldiers begin to climb the ladders.
Along with me.
The commander lifts me into the helicopter.
I seat myself and after the men are loaded in we fly away.
