Written for a Drabble Tree Challenge at LiveJournal's writerverse. Source line is in bold.
The air was thick with dust and smoke from weapons fire. The wormhole's event horizon cast an eerie glow through the haze. Jack lay where he had fallen, watching as row after row of Jaffa came through the gate. Until, finally - Baal.
The bastard thought he had beaten them; he thought he was walking into victory over Earth. His eyes met Jack's, showing delight in the general's broken form.
Jack just smirked, his mental clock synced with the countdown the Jaffa in the control room were just now finding.
"Too late," he whispered. He laughed his last breath.