My eyes slowly crack open to meet a dust storm. Right. I'm still in Afghanistan... My Desert Eagle and ACR are both gone... Fuck... But my knife is still with me. Now I have something to kill that bastard with.
I start walking through three sand when I see one of my enemies crawling through the sand. A strange feeling starts consuming me...Anger...Before he can move again, I grab him by the back of his uniform and stab him 4 times. I drop him and continue walking.
A helicopter crashed. Perfect... Again, a soldier in the same uniform. He meets a horrible, yet similar, fate. I hated having to kill an American...But they helped that son of a bitch, General Shepherd, kill Roach and Ghost...
I will kill this madman...He turned on us...His country...His men...He turned on me... And let me make one thing clear...You do not mess with a MacTavish and get away with it.
It's endgame now, motherfucker...
