Okay, let me tell you about this one time in Gray Zone Warfare. Man, it still stings a bit, a real “lip out” moment, you know?
The Setup
So, I was deep in, maybe somewhere near that sawmill place, can’t exactly recall. Spent a good hour creeping around, managed to grab some decent stuff. Not god-tier loot, but good enough that I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. My buddies had already extracted earlier, or maybe got wiped, I dunno, comms were spotty. Point is, I was solo and needed to get out with my haul.
The Approach
I decided to call for extraction at one of the less popular LZs, thinking it might be quieter. Bad call, maybe. Anyway, I hoofed it over there, took me ages, constantly checking corners, listening hard. You know how it is. Sweaty palms the whole time.
Got near the LZ, maybe 150 meters out. Found a little bit of cover, a broken wall or something. Decided to wait and watch for a bit before popping the flare. Saw some movement way off, took a potshot, missed. Didn’t want to give away my position too much, so I just stayed put.
- Checked my gear one last time.
- Made sure my meds were on a quick key.
- Took a deep breath. Standard procedure, right?
The Dash and The Lip Out
Finally popped the flare. Heard that beautiful chopper sound in the distance getting closer. Felt like ages. While waiting, I scanned again. Thought I saw a flicker of movement in a bush nearby but couldn’t be sure. Chalked it up to nerves.
Chopper comes in, kicking up dust everywhere. This was it. Go time. I broke cover and started sprinting towards the ramp. It felt like running through treacle. Heard shots zinging past almost immediately. Where were they coming from? Didn’t have time to look, just kept running.
I was so close. So damn close. I could practically smell the exhaust fumes. My hand was reaching out, metaphorically speaking, ready to hit that ‘F’ key to climb aboard. I was maybe five steps away from the ramp.
Then, bam. Screen goes red. That gut-wrenching sound of getting hit hard. Dropped like a sack of potatoes. Bled out right there on the dusty ground, watching the chopper lift off without me. The guy I thought I saw in the bush earlier? Yeah, probably him.
That was the lip out. Right on the edge of safety, right on the edge of success, and then… nothing. Lost the gear, lost the progress, just pure frustration. Had to just sit back, take a breath, and load back into base with nothing but my underwear and a bad attitude. Happens in Gray Zone, I guess. But man, that one hurt. You almost make it, but almost doesn’t count.
