Back again. I wanted a segment in here to be like that moment in CoD 4 in All Ghilied Up when you have to lie motionless as a massive swarm of enemies walks around you, which is equally as nerve racking to play now as it was back in my first playthrough about 9 years ago. Try listening to this to try and set this chapters' atmosphere:
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Chapter 3:

Lee could see for miles below as they passed over the top of the peak, overlooking the valley below. Millions of green trees filled the massive space with a tiny black speck on the far end of the valley; Makarovs' Safehouse. The night sky had turned purple, and was slowly but surely getting brighter as the sun got closer and closer to appearing over the horizon. It was getting warmer despite the breeze beginning to pick up, they only needed to walk about another half mile or so, to a ridgeline below them where they had an excellent viewpoint on the compound, from which they could pick off Makarov with ease.

Tommy stopped dead, raising his fist to order the others to halt. He beckoned to them to hunker down and seek cover. "Enemy foot patrol on the right." He said. "Six men, automatic rifles." The four SEALs had blended into the forest backdrop as the cluster of armed men walked by. "Do NOT go loud." Tommy whispered. For Lee, it was close to impossible. He lay curled up behind a fallen log, three enemies stood on the other side of the log, oblivious to his proximity. Holding his breath, he looked down at his rifle, his thumb ready on the safety. If any of the three Russians looked in his direction, he would spot him for sure.

Don't move! Don't move! He told himself. His lungs ached and he closed his eyes, trying to suppress his need for air as he hoped that the three soldiers would move soon. What felt like hours passed as the three stayed, talking to one another. Lee didn't speak Russian and had no clue what they were saying, though it sounded calm and casual; they still didn't know he and his team were there.

"Let's get moving again." One of Russians said. "I want to get back by sunrise." The other nodded, slinging an AK. "Couldn't agree more, this lack of sleep is killing me."
Eventually, the three soldiers began to move. One of them called out to the others. "Nevski! We're moving on!"

As the Russians began to leave, Lee let out a sigh of relief. Rolling over, he slowly peeked his head up over the log. Across from him was one more Russian, smoking a cigarette. Lee could just see the outline of Tommy in the bushes behind the soldier, silently waiting for the enemy to move. Dropping the cigarette, the Russian stomped it out before following the others off up the side of the mountain.

After about another minute, the coast was clear and the SEALs began to emerge from the foliage. Dwight planted his gun in the dirt and sat on the log, laughing. "Damn, we were so close to getting boned." He smirked. "Just glad I didn't shit myself." The sniper began to laugh.
"Yeah cos if that happened, they'd smell you a mile away, Dwight." Charlie replied, jokingly. "How far to the target point?" she asked Tommy. The Lieutenant pointed down the slope to a nearby ridgeline. "There." He said. "Race you there."

….

"Lee, Dwight. Get into position." Tommy ordered, readying his M4. "Charlie and I will sweep the area and set up a perimeter." Lee gave him a thumbs up, unfolding the bipod on the underside of his sniper rifle. He hunkered down and lay on the rock face, setting the rifle up, pushing the buttstock into his shoulder. "Dom's got money on me getting Makarov, you know." Dwight said to him, prepping his sniper rifle. "And I do not want to disappoint."
"I honestly couldn't give a shit." Lee replied. "Lets' just waste this fucker and get back home." He said, looking down the scope.

….

Tommy slowly crept through the forest with his carbine at the ready. Looking down the mountainside, he could see the lights of the Safehouse still glowing a warm yellow. Vladimir Makarov, a bloodthirsty terrorist was living in luxury in a private cabin, whilst he and his team were out here in the wilderness. Tommy smirked at the thought. Well, he wouldn't be living in luxury much longer.

Movement up ahead caused him to stop. He could see the outline of a person cautiously moving through the foliage about a hundred feet ahead of him. Was it that patrol from earlier? He thought. No, his team would be long gone before they came back around. Flicking off the safety of his rifle, he hovered his finger near the trigger, taking aim through the ACOG sight. He was about to fire when the figure wheeled around, raising a weapon of their own. "Shit! Its' me! It's me!"

"Jesus, Charlie!" Tommy replied, lowering his gun. "I almost shot you!" Charlie shrugged sheepishly, grinning. "You need to get your eyes tested. I could imagine you with glasses." Tommy flipped his sister the finger. "My ass. You got the left cleared?" he asked. "Yep. Nothing but trees and more trees. You got right?" The SEAL nodded. "We'll check the ground above the ridgeline and head back."

….

Getting his bearings, he found the compound. It was an impressive structure, a large fancy cabin that looked more like a millionaire's getaway than the Safehouse of a wanted terrorist. Adjusting the scope, Lee zoomed in and focussed the image. The blurry sight cleared, showing a dozen guards standing outside a gate. A couple of cars were outside. Military types with more guards. Lee checked the surrounding area. More gunmen, more cars. No Makarov. He tried the upstairs windows. Nothing. Where is this bastard? He thought.

On the third floor, he spotted a large room with a table in the centre, a handful of men standing around it. None of them were his target, though he had a feeling Makarov would eventually show up in there.
"Yo, Lee." Dwight said. "You got eyes on that meeting room?" he asked. Lee nodded, checking his watch. The sun would be up soon, so sooner or later, their target would have to show his face.

….

Hours had passed, Lee and Dwight lay motionless on the ridge. Tommy and Charlie had set up a perimeter and hunkered down not far behind them. It was morning now. The sun was climbing high into the sky over the mountains southeast of them, casting the valley in an orange glow. For January, it was as warm as a summer's day. Lee imagined himself lying in a deck chair at a barbeque with a beer in his hand, closing his eyes behind a pair of sunglasses to take a nap.

Back to reality. He thought, looking around him. Dwight grinned like a child before going back to his sniper. He checked the meeting room again. The lights were off now as the sun was up. A few more people were in the room, looking like mercenaries of sorts, but one figure stood out. He wasn't dressed in military gear, but rather casual clothes. He looked out of place.
"Hey, Lee." Dwight asked. "Is that Makarov?"
"Oh it's him alright."