FTG writes- It was morning, at what seemed to be the 900th hour of the day. My platoon was ready to seize control of the north side of Hara Dunes. We rushed to our objective, checking corners and as a good sniper preemptive; we tossed a couple of smoke grenades for good measure. Once we were satisfied that the area was clear, we heard over the radio that the enemy got a hold of the south side of the Dunes.
Blood rushing and adrenaline pumping, we ran towards the center of the Dunes, knowing that it would be the enemy’s next target. Our snipers searched for high ground. The heavy gunner geared up for his tank stand. Assault soldiers run towards the target while I, the spec-ops of my platoon, quickly used my heat vision to detect how many tangos we had in our mark. Before we knew it, the bloodbath began as both sides met in one area, trying to hold the center of Hara Dunes.