Disclaimer: The Call Of Duty games are noteworthy for being a bit far fetched. I'd like to think my plots are better.
AN: This isn't intended to be anti-American as such, but because it's taken from the perspective of one of the footsloggers fighting for Al-Asad against the Americans, it will naturally have that bent. Also, this isn't intended as an anti-Muslim/Arab piece either, I merely believe that any Al-Assad's people were subject to considerable propaganda.
Kalim checked his G3 rifle again and his squad leader sighed in exasperation.
"The rifle is FINE you stupid whoreson," he said with exasperation as he rolled his eyes slightly. Kalim simply smiled. He doesn't want his rifle to jam when the Americans came, he wanted to kill as many as possible and play his small part in Al-Asad's final victory and humiliation of the cursed Americans. Al-Asad's army might be smaller than the Americans and less well equipped but this was their rightful home and they had Allah on their side, unlike the godless Americans.
There was a sound of an armada of helicopters flying overhead and Kalim tensed. Now was his time and he didn't want to miss a moment.
"Allah be praised!" he yelled as the first American helicopter landed and his squad too a man opened fire.