"You were always one for theatrics. Let's move, Carl." He said, looking at the dead man, disapproving yet somehow knowing full well, as he moved up, lugging his Mk48 back, stepping over the bodies as he followed the track, aware that the gunshots had been heard. Good. Then they'd be scared, maybe thin themselves out. It was CSAR action- Combat Search And Rescue. Normally, a group of USAF Parajumpers would have been sent in, to unfuck the work that even a Special Forces group had gotten into, which said a lot. In these parts of the mountains, nothing less than a platoon would do. It was why Knight was here- and why Ross knew that if they had any chance of finding these men, without the loss of any more assets, it would be them. Keeping a cool head, thinking straight, and hitting like a bolt of lightening with the roar of thunder in the background would buy them time- this being figurative of course, for the mess they'd make on the way down.
"Shit, stay right, keep your head down. Wait for the moment, till they're open entirely." He said, almost grabbing Carl as he ducked behind a rock, letting the patrol pass as they moved with considerable pace, one yelling as they had flashlights on, paranoia setting in.
"Ready?" He asked, raising his Mk48, poking his head out of the cover, before standing, and getting a good hold. The LMG barked as he pulled the trigger, aware that this was only a six man team. Now they were making more noise, but not any more than needed. They wouldn't kill any hostages. They were still in doubt of what the fuck was going on. Distant shots could have been anything, and it was dragnetting any patrols in the valley, which worked exceptionally well. And it was why Ross was fairly confident when he accurately scattered shots into the front of the patrol, one man at the back popping off a shot at Ross's arm as he went down too, with Carl's help. Six men down, in a hail of fire. They hadn't even fought back, but it was stirring the pot. They needed to move. There was this village, and one below it, with the forest starting to form again.

Moving about 500m downhill, Ross saw the village's vague lighting through the fog, looking to Carl as he moved up by some rocks.
"I got an idea. Walking in guns blazing is an option, they won't be on full alert. They've lost a six man patrol. I don't think there's a lot more. And if there is, well, good thing we're suited up." Ross said, looking to Carl as he moved back up, chuckling under his visor as he moved through the cedar forest, to a small overlook point, quickly checking the LMG in his hands as he exhaled, aware he couldn't move any faster than a moderate jog in this. Movement meant moving fairly briskly from point A to point B, but it was worthwhile.
"I guess that whatever left has headed up now. So I think it's about due course we make an entrance." He said, nodding to him, as he clambered over the log, moving slowly as he saw a few hostiles point flashlights vaguely in the direction they came from.

Opening up, he moved down the slightly snowed slope, into the village main, taking out two contacts, aware that now, they were going loud. Firing on a cluster in the middle of a small square, he felt a few rounds richochet, as he moved down, aware that he had to maintain this pace, a relatively fast walk, and begin to clear out each structure in the village. They had to find the team, and Ross could only guess that if they found bodies or captives, either way, it wouldn't be good. Firing a hail of rounds into a man on a roof, he quickly moved up, and into a small tentment, looking around. Empty beds. Fuck.
"Search ahead, I got your back!" Ross called out over the comms, as he moved outside, into a little fire, a man on a rooftop of a shack firing with an AKM as he got tapped out by a stream of 7.62 back from Ross, the Mk48 being accurate in his hands despite it's bulk and size. 

(This wasn't my greatest post, but I did what I could.)