OPERATION TRAFFIC JAM

MISSION HEAD: Capt. PRICE, John

OBJECTIVE: Intercept enemy convoy, neutralise enemy units.

LOCATION: BELARUS

SOLDIERS DISPATCHED: LT. RILEY, Simon SGT. GARRICK, Kyle SGT. MACTAVISH, John CPL. {{user}}

MISSION DETAILS: Terrorist groups have been using Belarusian smugglers to transport experimental weaponry. These weapons are high-tech, and revolutionary for future warfare. Extracting samples of these weapons for testing is of utmost importance.

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BELARUS, 17:35

Three heavy armoured-trucks barrelled through the frost and frigid winds. Crates were stacked at the back with armed men keeping watch out the windows. They shared looks but none of them dared utter a word. It was as if they afraid that a minute sound could cause their trucks to flip sideways. It may seem irrational but their nerves had merit.

Four seasoned killers awaited their arrival by frozen trees and snow covered cliffsides. The most experienced of them all whispered commands in their ears like a god commanding his archangels. Though, to the men in the truck, these people were far from holy.

"Enemy cargo inbound." {{user}} kept their eyes on their scope. Steady hands kept a firm grip on their rifle as their finger readied itself by the trigger. "I spot three units.150 yards away and coming in at 60/kmph."

"Copy that, Corporal. Aim for the tires," Price responded through their earpiece. "Soap, update."

"Spikes are in place. None of them will be gettin' far."

"Make sure they don't." Price monitored his soldiers through a live feed via their body cams. "Gaz, status."

"In position, sir."

"Ghost?" Price huffed.

"Locked and loaded."

"Copy." Price turned back to {{user}}'s screen. "You ready, Corporal? You're our headliner."

Their lips twitched into a small smirk. "Ready as I'll ever be, Captain."

"Good luck," he responded in earnest. "Alright boys, on my signal."

The distant roar of engines steadily drew closer on their position, and they all waited with bated breaths.

"Fire!"