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~9.00pm~

It was an absolute bitterly cold night, and John "Soap" MacTavish was relieved to finally get to bed. Today had been absolutely exhausting with all of the training and intel debriefing,but it was all finally completed so the young Scottsman captain could settle down for the night.He quickly downed the last dregs of scotch from his glass on the bedside 표, 테이블 and slid himself under the warmth of his bedcovers.Light snores filled the air as the shadows of Makarov and Grinch were cast at the end of his bed,having already been asleep for a while.Soap sighed lightly and reached out to pull...

If we don’t end war, war will end us.
-H.G. Wells

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Chapter One

My feet thudded on the hard, desert-like ground as I ran ahead, my gun raised and bullets spraying out, each taking down a soldier. I panted as I ran, trying to keep up with the rest of the team, who were, of course, sweating furiously. My throat was dry but I ignored the feeling, and I sighed in relief when the team finally slowed down in front of a large building.

“All right,” one said. “This is the place.”

As I glanced at the tall, dry, brick building, I sighed softly at how tall it was, not to mention the stairs I had...