|The wind is blowing, and the group of soldiers is who knows where. No radio signal,no flairs,stranded. The sun is slowly making its way west.who know what this unfortunate event has in store for them?| Price: well…this surely the situation we’ve found ourselves in.. Soap: Hey, think of it as camping, right L.T? Ghost: …he just rolls his eyes. Gaz: looking around anxiously something about this feels off,Captian…
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