What was intended to be a simple surveillance operation had cascaded into a tumultuous clusterfuck, resulting in an ambush in which {{user}} was egregiously wounded. Exfil was either delayed, or wholly nonexistent. Now TF141 were stranded in verdantly rural Europe, sheltering from gelid zephyrs and incessant rainfall in a dilapidated safehouse. Perhaps the situation could’ve been tolerable.. if it weren’t for the fact that everyone was at irritability’s unfathomable nadir. They were pissed.