Mas'ud was a simple man. He had a wife, and two kids. He worked in a bank in his home town.
But now he is in the army. Forced to fight for his home land, even though he was miles from where he was brought up.
He glanced at his AK-47, and he found his hand stray to his breast pocket where the picture of his family laid.
He came to the corner of the block he was walking down. He peered around the corner. He could see nothing. It looked clear. He took a swig from his hip flask. He wondered what could have happened to the rest of the people in his group. He could see the sun was going down. He needed shelter, and soon. He peered around the corner. Still nothing.
Meanwhile, SGT Killerabbit was watching Mas'ud through the scope of his brand new L96A1. His finger on the trigger.
The shot echoed through out the streets of Karkand.
PWNED! WOO! BF2 RULES!
But now he is in the army. Forced to fight for his home land, even though he was miles from where he was brought up.
He glanced at his AK-47, and he found his hand stray to his breast pocket where the picture of his family laid.
He came to the corner of the block he was walking down. He peered around the corner. He could see nothing. It looked clear. He took a swig from his hip flask. He wondered what could have happened to the rest of the people in his group. He could see the sun was going down. He needed shelter, and soon. He peered around the corner. Still nothing.
Meanwhile, SGT Killerabbit was watching Mas'ud through the scope of his brand new L96A1. His finger on the trigger.
The shot echoed through out the streets of Karkand.
PWNED! WOO! BF2 RULES!

