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The Art of Video Game Photography
Mortar strikes are falling behind our unit, dust from the bleached earth thrown above our heads. The attack chopper that had been providing our team covering support was now a charred and scorched shell in front of us. We’re the last line of defence for our checkpoint. The enemy’s advance is relentless, suppressing us constantly. Low ammunition is keeping us cautious, but one person in our squad is getting trigger happy.
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