((got it. Thanks, had a decent plan too. I'll have them hold the Armory afterward, you can pick up from there.))
"Ready? Breach! Breach!"
Soto opened the door and took a step back, to let Fuchs toss in a flashbang.
Boom.
Fuchs and Soto moved in And began to Drop the grunts, Moving to opposite sides of the weapon racks.
Ty took a deep breath and entered the room.
There as a light smoke in the room from the Cordite in the flashbangs, Ty leveled his pistol and moved up the middle.
He saw a distinct glow rushing toward him.
"No.... no... no no NO!"
Ty shut his eyes tight and fired blindly with his pistol, missing completely.
"NO NO NOOOO!"
Ty opened his eyes, everything was moving in slowmotion. The elite was swinging toward his head. He leaned backward hoping to prevent losing his head.
The sword clipped his helmet, Sending it flying and knocking Ty to the ground. His pistol Clattered across the floor.
The Elite stood at full height and walked toward him, sword arm pulled back, ready to finish the job. Ty scrambled along the floor, trying to get away, only to bump against the closed door.
Ty struggled to free his Utility Knife from his vest.
"Come on! COME ON!!!"
Ty looked up. The elite was right above him. He pulled his arm back. Ty shut his eyes.
He felt something wet cover him. Then he felt a weight on him.
Ty opened his eyes. The Elite's blood coated him, and it's body had fallen on top of him, blood spilling from three holes in it's head.
Soto lowered her BR. The barrel was still smoking. "You okay Sarge?"
Ty shoved the elite off of him, and slumped against the wall.
"No.... No i'm not.... not at all.... but thanks...."
Ty hung his head. His mind raced.
"How useless can I be? I practically let that elite kill me. I left my squad to themselves while i cowered...." He thought to himself.
"Uh.... Sarge?" Soto spoke up. No reply.
"Anton this is Hazard 1-3. Armory is Secure. I think MacMillan is broken..."
((I know you said no dialogue, but I needed to have them say a few things. Not too bad though, right?))