Being on Delta meant that you had a team to back you up, more often than not.

Even with the rest of their team at the front of the building, involved in heavy fighting, they're there, and he trusts that some of them will come if he gets himself into too much trouble.

"Go to hell."

Carl jabs the button down, and there is only a sharp whine in the air for half a second before all the charges around the door blow, tearing through the iron and tin and causing the ground to rumble a little bit, dust and smoke kicked up into the air.

He draws his gun and brings it to ready, then moves on the door.