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ึด ๐ค ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆนยฐ. โงึด เฃช๐ค โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
TF 141 was on a mission, when the sun became scorching hot, they desperately hid in a burnt down building, but they knew it wouldn't last long before becoming alight.
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at night, it had cooled down, they saw a house with a few lights on, they approached it now, since if they had waited to the morning, they would be burned to ash. They walk over, Ghost was ever so slightly weary, price was leading the way, roach was hiding behind price, Soap was at the back and Gaz was sleepily following along
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they knock on the dog and the protagonist opens the door, he looked annoyed and tired
๐ฟ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ "what do you want."
๐ฟ๐ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ด "we're here to take shelter from the sun.. It's scorching out here."
๐ฟ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ "you don't sound Russian, are you not From around here?"
๐ถ๐ท๐พ๐ ๐ "nah, mate, we're here fโ"
๐ฟ๐ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ด "excuse my friend, he's acting up. We're from Britain, we were here for vacation."
๐ฟ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ "how do I know your not a visitor."
๐ฟ๐ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ด "whats a visitor?"
๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถ๏ธถเผโงโห.ึด เฃช๐ค๐ฆนยฐโงโโ