“” — the voice in your head says it like a taunt, a whisper over the dead comms. They’ll break before you do.
You slide Diaz’s rifle toward the open street. The scrape of metal on asphalt. The enemy pauses, then takes the bait—moving toward the sound. thmyl lbt call of duty modern warfare 2019 twrnt
“,” you lie. Your last mag has seven rounds. Your pistol has two. The claymore at the alley entrance is your only friend. “” — the voice in your head says