"Roger, Blackwater."
As I turn my radio's volume down, I watch the ensuing battle against the invading Nerverak force while sitting crosslegged on the ground, sidearm in hand. Deciding to signal the incoming choppers, I drop a green smoke grenade on the chair. The pin clinks as it falls from the arming mechanism, and the smoke rises into the air as last Nerverak ship is bombed, sending billowing clouds of black smoke into the air.
The city grows eerily silent in that moment. All at once, all the sounds of war just vanish, and I can only hear the steady sound of my breathing.
And then there's a flash.
I shield my eyes and turn away from the blast, simultaneously reaching for my radio. I turn the volume up and turn back toward the city, gazing stupidly at the mushroom cloud rising over the city center. The air is suddenly dense with the sound of thousands of alarms, sirens, and screams.
"SAR helos ETA 2 minutes."
I key my radio. "This is Ochoa. I've popped green smoke. Unless you've forgotten. In which case I'll walk back. Or something." A click, and the radio is off.
I sit back down on the ground, crosslegged, in silence.