"It's over," I said, as our snipers took out his guards. "Surrender now, and spare your men further bloodshed."
As I surveyed the battlefield from my command center, I could feel the heat radiating up from the sandy desert floor. My second-in-command, Captain Ortega, handed me a cup of cold water, which I gratefully accepted.
She followed my gaze. "I'm not sure, General. But I think it's about to get hot around here..."
My mission was to capture the strategic city of Tehran, the capital of Iran, and secure its vital oil fields. The city was currently under the control of the rogue Iranian military, who were backed by the Russian army.
The battle raged on, with both sides trading blows. I knew that I had to think on my feet and make tough decisions quickly to outmaneuver Viktor.
As I turned to Captain Ortega, I smiled wearily. "You know, I think we've earned a break. Get the men some rest and water. We've got a long road ahead of us."
"General, we've got reports of enemy armor moving in from the north," she said, her voice firm and urgent. "Recommend we launch a preemptive strike."
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the desert, I called for a regrouping of our forces. We had taken a beating, but I was confident that we could still turn the tide of the battle.