Niiiiice.
I've had a couple of rounds like that. One most notably on Assault, defies logic and the 'stranger than fiction'. It was so crazy, I remember every detail of that round. One of those "burned forever into memory" - I'll probably be on my deathbed and mumbling about it when I'm 115 and senile.
I'd just sat down from getting a hot pocket from the microwave, and the round had started. I was playing as T, spawned up in the office. No gear, just the glock. Buy time was over. Shit.
So I checked the scoreboard, it was a 10v10 game. I'd guessed the T's decided to rush front and got smeared. Player count 8 CT, 2T The other T guy was camping red box.
CT's know they've got us, decide to zerg rush top back and the front. The red box guy got one top back guy, and one entering the front before the hail of grenades got thrown at him and torched him. So it was now 6 CT remaining, and Me with a glock camping in the office watching the vent. That 50/50 on which corner to hide in.
I chose wisely. One guy had broken off from the rest and gone vents, popped a smoke and dropped in; dropped and shot the outside corner (I was inside corner) so I did a spray and pray with the glock to him, got him. No HS, so he must have been hurt. But he did have an M4 which was missing many bullets. Now 5-1 CT advantage.
The other team definitely heard the shots though, so it was time to leave. I jumped off the railing onto the box, took some damage but caught one of the two front guys by surprise, shot him with my shiny M4. He dropped a flash for pickup. The other was already up at money crate, so that wasn't an option. I took a few shots at one of the guys who had started to rush towards office from top back door, but no kill. They returned fire, and the money box guy tried to rush me while I was still shooting at the top guy, caught him in the head totally by fluke as he jumped down. Now 3-1 CT advantage, all top door guys. I'm hurt though, and no armor. My borrowed M4 is out of bullets. So I throw my newly acquired flashbang up and run out the door to the corpses of my teammates and their guns. I find my glory gun, the 552. Less than a mag used. Sweet.
Fast forward about 30 seconds, they went hosties. I've set up on the overpass behind one of the concrete bases. One guy runs out the back door, Zoom in, shoot. Miss the HS, so exchange some fire but he still went down. No hit to me, but my spot is compromised. 2-1 now though. 40 seconds left in the round, still no sign of the hosties. They're running out of time.
Then a flashbang comes up from the side of the overpass - that little gap at the side. I got baited. Shit. I bail for what I'd hoped was the far direction of the overpass (towards CT spawn), totally white blind. Just as I start to get some vision back, I see a guy running up the stairs. Fire wildly. Hope to god it hits. He goes down but he's shot back hard. P90 whore. Got me good. I'm now down to 6 hp, but it's 1t 1ct.
At that point, the last guy had to be running nervous. Time was running out, I still had height advantage and he had to get those hosties to a place I had clear line of sight. But what I didn't know... he'd went back door with the first guy. As he ran across with the hosties from the white truck towards the little basement stairwell at CT spawn, the hosties were close behind. I guess he'd sat at the truck for a minute to figure where I was. No idea why he didn't just go. But I saw out of the corner of the screen he was breaking across... took a hail mary hip shot as he took a jump - one hostie had already 'rescued out' - I got him. His limp body ragdolled as another hostie's momentum carried into the area. 3 and 4 were basically stuck at the fence but... they never crossed.
Terrorists Win.
I took a bite from my hot pocket (which had sufficiently cooled to a temperature now consumable by humans) in smug satisfaction, but also slightly melancholy. I would never have a round like this again. And I haven't. I still play from time to time, and good rounds go with bad ones, but never again one so adrenaline filled as a late start with only a glock. And a 4th grader with a popsicle stick could have killed me at the end.