I was close, and the enemy team was after me -- they knew where I was. Two storm in from different directions at the same time. *knife* One down, but the other had already started shooting. I strafed left and unload my whole FAL clip into him. *AC-130 ready* (or what ever the hell they say). I changed my magazine and *bam* I was dead.
But not all hope was lost, I had my AC-130 AND a Pavelow still. I'd save them for later. I began my usual tactic of running around like an idiot and some how getting kills when I got another harrier. Deployed that bitch. Pavelow. Deployed. AC-130.
I went to my usual hiding spot -- which is the middle of the map where every one goes (hiding in plain sight one might say).
I was getting triple kills left and right. My harrier and pavelow were simply annialating while I was using the AC-130 to kill enemies camping in buildings. It was a beautiful sight.
But my work wasn't over. I called in my second AC-130. Triple kills left and right again.
And then came my pavelow.
We were close to winning, about two kills away. I wanted that Killcam kill. So I sprinted around like a maniac. I found someone. I unloaded my FAL... to find that I had only 3 bullets left...
Out of ammo and frantic, I made a mad dash for him.
My Commando Pro perk would finally come in handy.
He was dead.
The Killcam played and I was so happy.
But then the scoreboard came....
I nearly came.
But I decided to press my luck. Let's go again. Let's do this.
Let's kick some ass...