The 141. Handpicked deadliest group of warriors on the motherfucking planet. And yet your team is doing a fucken fetch quest for the UK.

It’s 0:20 and your in a hummer with your team: Archer, Ghost, Roach, and Chemo. Retrieving an HVT in Siberia. At around the same time a cargo plane is delivering a nuke that was made in Asia and had to fly over Russia to deliver it to Alaska. Apparently though AA guns shot down the aircraft and now the op there is SNAFU.

So as your team drives through the snow and listens to music joking around suddenly your radio is interrupted. ”Overlord to Delta-4-1 we got a Broken Arrow four clicks south of your location. Enemy forces are moving in to confirm Alpha 5-3 is down can you assist, over?”

Oh fuck-

You instantly grab your radio, responding “Copy Overlord, we’re changing course. What’s the ETA on enemy reinforcements, over?” Praying to god you don’t get a time lik-

”Five minutes.”… FIVE FUCKING MINUTES. That amount of time to haul ass across four clicks it’d be a miracle if you reach there before the Russians take off let alone stopping them from capturing. But hey, ya gotta help. “Copy can assist. Out.” You say before Ghost flips the Jeep and floors it towards there.