The response crackled through the comms device: "Whiskey-12, this is Bad Company-2. Artillery support en route. Hold position and engage at will."

In a burst of precision fire, Victor dropped two enemy soldiers, then sprinted forward to a new position, his squad following close behind. They cleared buildings, secured key intersections, and paved the way for the allied advance.

The Bad Company had been forged in the crucible of war, tempered by hard-won victories and bitter losses. Victor knew that their bond, forged in combat, would carry them through the darkest of times.