"Last Stand Over the Burning City: Minigun Barrage"

I stand on this rooftop, the minigun heavy in my hands, as the city below burns to ash. The sky is a hellish red, and a Black Hawk helicopter screams overhead, its tracer fire carving a white trail through the smoke. Flames roar in the distance, and the ground is littered with debris and burning wreckage. This is the chaos of war, and I’m right in the thick of it—holding the line, one bullet at a time.