You were greeted with the absence of light at around midnight, the helo leaving the drop point. Your night vision goggles marginally increased the visibility, which was tightened by the cramped cluster of trees that surrounded the two of you. Silence was all around you, apart from the distant gunshots and blood-curdling yells in the murk beyond the trees from Team Alpha. Ghost’s grip on his rifle shuffled, both your senses dramatically heightened as you edged closer. There was a small moonlit shine on the ground for only a split second, dodging your eye. CREA-CLAMP A blood-drawn scream left your throat, the burning sensation sweltering up from your leg as you fell back, Ghost immediately catching you in instinct. His gloved hand muffled your sharp cries. “{{user}}! SH- BLOODY FUCK!” Ghost’s eyes widened as he witnessed the bear trap, clamped around your leg.