Life of a Terrorist: Counter-Strike
CRACK! The door busted open. I was hiding under a couch, pulling out my Glock. I was lucky it had a full magazine inside, or else I would've been dead tonight. Flashlights were being waved frantically in search of me. "Must've fled," one of them said, "What a pussy!" said another. I tossed out a grenade, far enough so I wouldn't sustain any damage, killing 3 of the Counter-Terrorists. I jumped out shooting. I met 4 Counter-Terrorists running through the door, so I pounded 3 bullets into each of their chests. Their team was gone. I got into my jeep and got out of there, but only after setting fire to the place so I'd look super cool.
I met up with my ringleader, telling him of my escape. He promoted me, acknowledging my ability to think under pressure. Our next mission, bombing a stadium containing the president. Me and my team had our tickets and went in as if nothing was wrong. We acted like super bowl fans, even though we had no idea what football was. I planted a C4 bomb in each of the bathrooms, blowing that 'bitch' to pieces, as my wingman said. Then I killed the whole world and I won!