(I wanted a continuation post- sorry if it's shorter than usual.)

Natalie kept on firing, the weapon blaring louder than anything that was being fired back, as she replied to Victor.
"You'll have more of that later on, if it's your taste Brute." Natalie said, chuckling a little, as she flung herself through the courtyard, the damaged suit still taking 7.62 hits with ease, as she gunned down enemies holding the far end of the courtyard. 
"Saxon, get some charges up on those Shilkas there, we'll keep this under control.. Keep our flanks suppressed." She said, aware that it had been a good run so far, 
"Understood." Jenny simply responded, avoiding the tremble in her voice, as she moved round the motor pool, keeping up a regular consistent supression fire on any enemies around the area, but she was really picking off the lucky few that hadn't been shreded by the sheer volume of bullets raining from the M134, or the shrapnel from the XM307's rampage. Natalie felt her HUD ping up a new set of enemies, and she turned her fine attention to her, the mighty giants rampaging through, as they knew it was something that had the force of nature behind it. Already laying down some fire on the enemies concentrated around a raised corner of the Fort found themselves mutilated by the fire, torn apart and giving Jenny the time to move through. She was well armored enough, she thought to herself, but these two, were a new level. Pulling out a sachel, she slid it under one of the Shilkas, one of three, aware the reaction would be enough to detonate the set quickly, due to the ammunition cache behind it. She was no expert, but they'd be out of action easily enough, had they had to fall back.
"Charge set- falling back to the motor pool!" She said over the comms, running with the MG4 in one hand and her left loose, as she almost sprint-ran back across a small section of the courtyard, sliding behind a burnt-out UAZ for cover as she detonated it.

Ross looked back to Carl, covering with his Mk48, as he pointed to the gatehouse.
"On me, Carl! I think there's a way onto the walls!" Ross said, moving to the side of the gate and finding a wooden door, kicking it in with ease as he quickly took down one hostile in the room, before heading up a set of thin stairs. It was hard, but it was do-able, just for them. A man lept on him from the top, knife in hand, Ross feeling the man beat down but it was something he could quickly reply to. Almost using the man's momentum that he had used, he turned over, flipping the odds as Ross came down on the Taliban fighter armed with a seriously large knife of some sort, and quickly turned the knife back, aware the suit had taken a stab in the center of the plate, but it hadn't gone through. Quickly clambering up, Ross dusted himself off, Mk48 raised again.
"Motherfucker. Onwards." Ross simply said, as he rolled his body to the side with his feet, moving up as he kept his head down, lobbing a M67 over first, to clear the immediate area of the stairwell leading up to the ramparts. The noise of screams followed as it went off, Ross following and feeling a few hits from AKMs, among other weapons, as he supressed back, giving Carl a chance to get a more accurate shot on, as they pushed up onto the walls of the Fort, Ross quickly feeling the heat but making sure he could suppress back. Moving behind a pile of empty crates, Ross mounted the Mk48 up on it's Bipod, already laying down some more concentrated fire on one flank that hadn't been completely demolished by the Heavies, taking out a DSHKM, or "Dushka" as was usually easier to say. He switched to his M32, already pushing his cover and laying down 40 mike fire on the far end, giving Carl a better chance to set up a position to fire from after about twenty seconds of suppression fire, already laying down some more extensive cover with the hefty M32, clearing out a entrenched tower, as he came back around to the Mk48.
"Carl, move around the walls- I think the Heavies have got shit down there sorted, we need to sweep out the MANPADS on this area. Bound to be some potentially medium-range missiles and Igla installations, if intel is correct." Ross simply said, as he kept up the supression fire, feeling bullets patter his armor from time to time, but he could take this shit.