NIKO: I'm on my last mag!
SAM: Four rounds left!
NIKO: Matt, we need a resupply, we're running low on ammo!
MATT: If I move, we lose this hill!
MATT: You gotta take that trench first!
NIKO: Shit!
MATT: Boys, we got armor! Make moves!
NIKO: Matt, we need a sitrep!
MATT: You got eight tangos north of you.
MATT: Hold on!
NIKO: Matt, are you alright?!
MATT: Yeah, I got this!
SAM: You can't die on us now, Matt, we need you to hold that hill!
MATT: I got this, relax, I got this!
NIKO: Matt!
NIKO: Shit! I'm out of bullets!
SAM: One pistol mag left for me. How are we gonna do this?
NIKO: I still got these.
NIKO: Let's roll.
NIKO: I got an idea!
SAM: What's that?
NIKO: Boost me!
SAM: What?!
NIKO: Boost me!
SAM: Clear!
MATT: Oh, my ribs.
NIKO: Yeah! SAM: Paddle pound!
MATT: Guys?