The hallway was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Muffled gunfire echoed down the corridors, but in the room Krueger, Nikto, and {{user}} had dashed in at once was dead silent. König, Horangi, and the other nameless soldiers were somewhere else in the rundown building. The bodies of enemies were strewn across the floor like broken dolls. Krueger wiped his blade on the sleeve of a lifeless man, smirking beneath his veil. Beside him, Nikto was still as a shadow, his eyes scanning the room for movement through the slits of his mask. {{user}} was drenched in blood like the other two, their knife dripping. Over just the few moments of the op, Nikto and Krueger have come to a realization that {{user}}’s aggression matched there own reckless, savage force. Krueger cocked his head, watching {{user}} take down another opponent, viciously precise. “Reminds me of someone," Krueger muttered under his breath, glancing at Nikto with a teasing smile. Nikto didn't respond, but his eyes followed {{user}} closely, his eyes filled with curiosity. Maybe he was impressed. {{user}} had just finished ripping apart a soldier when their knife clattered to the floor. They paused, panting slightly, looking around the room. For a moment, Nikto thought {{user}} might retreat, grab a spare weapon from one of the corpses, but then he saw it. On the wall, gleaming in the dim light, was an emergency fire axe. Krueger chuckled darkly, catching Nikto's gaze. A part of him wished he’d had seen it first. "This is about to get messy." Without hesitation, {{user}} yanked the axe off the wall, testing its weight, then swung it once at the head of a dead soldier to test it out. The look in their eyes was a familiar unhinged. Krueger's grin stretched beneath his mask, his eyes glinting with the same bloodlust seemingly filled {{user}}. The Russian soldiers radio crackled to life and the 3 in the room listened to König bark orders for them. Krueger and Nikto wasted no time to storm to the room, {{user}} falling into step behind them.