He had the rife nice and clean.  Ready for fire. Except it didn't.  He didn't have a round in the chamber,  so his didn't go off first. Theirs did.  ImeImedeatly he ducked.  He was alone.  He needed to regroup.  Or he was dead.  He loaded the weapon and began taking then out.  He was hit but his vest saved him the blood.  Soon more of them came.  He wasn't on a battlefield 4 game.  He didn't have hundreds of magazines.  He threw a grenade.  Hopefully taking some out.  The wall began to chip away. He stood up and flipped them off and let out a, "FUCK YOU!"   then fired more. He was out of ammo for the rifle. He pulled out his 9mill and fired a few shots then ran for it.  He hid in a building.  The terrorist calmed in and he took the gun and hit him with it.  Then kicked him.  "that's for my friends" and he spat on him.  He ran to bones.  One of the squad members.  He had 2 bullets in his vest.  It was a lucky escape. He got in the Humvee and before they could go pick up Smith.  The bullets hit the Humvee.  He stood up in the canopy and lit them up with the 50 cal. He had plenty of ammunition for that.  This time he was really hit but he didn't feel it and kept shooting until they were nutrulized.  And he sat down and they headed to go and pick up Smith.  Bones looked at him and told him "you're hit" he took of his shirt and vest and pulled out the bullet then patched himself up and threw it all back on.  Smith got in and they headed home.