You, Graves, and a few allied teams were clearing a building near Piccadilly circus looking for any intel from where ‘Task Force 141’ was located.

Clearing the bottom two floors, you both moved up to the third floor, the green laser of both your guns overlapping the walls as you slowly moved up, your night goggles outlining the banister.

You arrived at the third floor, going up the last steps before you were blinded by the single lightbulb on the ceiling.

Night goggles and light bulbs do not mix well.

“Fuck me” you muttered as you stumbled back a bit, bumping into Graves as he was behind you, the light basically blinding you for a few seconds, blinking it away.

“Jesus {{user}}, keep going a light bulb ain’t going to stop you from clearing the room to the right.” Graves said, somewhat jokingly, guiding you to the room on the right.