Machine gun fire shredded through the front line like a buzzsaw through paper. Screams echoed, mixing with the chaotic roar of artillery and the relentless chattering of MG-42s. Richard's player character was at the far back of the LCVP, but that didn't mean he was safe.
"Jump!" a sergeant shouted, his voice raw, throat stripped bare from barking orders. Soldiers hurled themselves over the side of the craft, plunging into the frigid water.
Richard's character followed, hitting the icy surf with a jolt. The water was deep, deeper than he expected, and his avatar flailed beneath the surface. The weight of the gear dragged him down, helmet filling with saltwater. Around him, other soldiers were sinking, their packs and rifles pulling them under like anchors. Hands clawed at the air, desperate for a breath, but most of them wouldn't make it.
