He couldn't watch the other two men carve their way through the building to safety, but he could listen to them. Laying there, so far away yet right next to the woman he was repeatedly killing, over and over again, he kept his nerves from breaking by listening to the comforting sound of Yusuf's blade slicing through meat.

He'd long ago come to terms with the fact that it was, in fact, comforting.

Slide, click, pull, wait. He policed his brass with every shot, but he was going to run out of easy reach ammo before too long. And with every shell fired, he felt another piece of him die.

"Report?" He waited to find out if he needed to keep firing or if he was clear to finally let Quynh up and make sure she wasn't following their trail.