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You are Captain Shooter Guy, a member of the United States military Army Marines Navy SEAL Delta Force Recon Green Berets SWAT Black Ops. The year is 202X. The X is helpful as it makes the year this takes place in ambiguous, but because it has a 2 it obviously takes place in the near future. Until the end of this decade, that is. Some years ago you stopped a terrorist mastermind from nuking America with chemical weapons and gave him a taste of good old American democracy in the first quest that was abandoned after like five posts. For that, you were commended by Emperor President Donald Trump, who called you a 'tremendous soldier' and that no one was as good as giving medals to tremendous Americans as him, before blaming China for some reason.

You were soon recruited by the elite US special forces to become a super good black ops soldier to fight more terrorists in the name of freedom. In the past few years you have stopped multiple insurgencies single-handedly because you're so good. Now, you are an accomplished soldier that everyone worships, and have multiple Call of Duty and Battlefield games based on you, although they're trash because the soldiers have jetpacks, which is totally inaccurate because you used helicopter backpacks and not jet-powered ones.

Now, you are on your way to a briefing for a new mission in the United States military Army Marines Navy SEAL Delta Force Recon Green Berets SWAT Black Ops' secret base in Alaska or some shit. It's supposed to be a routine mission to stop some terrorists in a generic Middle Eastern country. Again.

On the way there, you decide to purchase some drinks from a vending machine.

Which will it be?

[1] Coffee
[2] Tea
[3] Decaf
[4] Cofteadecaf
 
[4] Cofteadecaf

Ah yes, cofteadecaf. Your favourite drink that had become popular with hipsters. Basically coffee brewed with tea and then decaffeinated. You pop in some coins into the slot and push the button. A styrofoam cup lands at the bottom of the machine, which is then filled up with the decaffeinated coffee tea mixture. You pull it out and take a sniff. It smells of depression and overwork. Just your style. You take a sip of the cofteadecaf, not minding that it scalds your throat because real men don't feel pain.

Satisfied, you continue on your way to the briefing room. On the way, you run into your mandatory black best friend, Tyrone DeShawn. He's an incredibly capable soldier you've gone on countless missions with, and you trust him with your life.

"Ayy, whaddup bruh?" He cheerfully greets you as he drinks a can of grape soda. "I hear we're getting a new guy today."

"Really now?" You ask. "An FNG?"

"Oh yeah," nods DeShawn. "New transfer. Gettin' deployed on today's mission."

You nod in thought, taking another sip of your drink. "So what's the good news, then?"

DeShawn pauses for a moment. "Fick Nury's gonna do the briefing himself."

You sputter slightly. Fick Nury is the director of the United States military Army Marines Navy SEAL Delta Force Recon Green Berets SWAT Black Ops. What could be so important about the mission?

You decide to ask:

[1] "Director Nury? What's so important about this mission?"
[2] "Must be super important if he's doing the briefing."
[3] "Something's up. Nury only does briefings for super important classified missions."
[4] "Well, as long as I get to kill more disgusting terrorists, I'm fine with that."
 
Fick Nury gave me a chuckle

[3] "Something's up. Nury only does briefings for super important classified missions."
 
[3] "Something's up. Nury only does briefings for super important classified missions."
 
[3] "Something's up. Nury only does briefings for super important classified missions."

You glance over to the briefing room. "Something's up. Nury only does briefings for super important classified missions."

"Damn right," replies DeShawn. "Maybe that's why. This has gotta be important."

He finishes his soda and tosses it, whereupon it passes perfectly through a basketball hoop and into a trash can. "Oh yeah, boy," he pumps his fist.

You finish your cofteadecaf and throw it away, before heading over to the briefing room.

Inside are already a few other members of your squad, such as Rowan Reddington, Garnet Cornell, Carmine Flannery, and a bunch of other people whose name all mean red. These are the people you trust with your life.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a new face, just sitting away from everyone else. You've never seen him before. You turn to DeShawn. "Who's that?"

DeShawn looks where you're pointing. "That must be the new guy," he says. "Damn."

You nod, walking over to the FNG, who stands immediately. "Sir!" He greets you. There's a weirdly suspicious grin on his face, and his whole demeanor just reeks of distrust. "It's an honour to finally meet you, sir!"

You fold your arms, unimpressed. "And who might you be."

"Special Operative Tray Tore!" He replies snappily. "Ready to serve!"

DeShawn turns to you. "Get a load of this guy," he says. "How many missions have you been on, soldier?"

"Classified, sir!" Tray replies.

DeShawn rolls his eyes. "Probably ain't gonna make it back alive."

Tray's expression suddenly darkens even more. "Sir, I assure you, I will. I can't say the same for you, however."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, sir!"

You shake your head, and tell him:

[1] "Tray, huh? Well, good to have you on board."
[2] "With a name like that, what could go wrong?"
[3] "You seem trustworthy. I'm glad to have someone like you by my side."
[4] "Just follow my lead and we'll all go home in one piece, trust me."
 
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[2] "With a name like that, what could go wrong?"
 
[2] "With a name like that, what could go wrong?"

You chuckle and pat him on the shoulder. "With a name like that, what could go wrong?"

DeShawn gives you a skeptical look.

Tray grins. "I assure you, sir, nothing will," he says. "But I cannot say that everything can go right, either."

You laugh at his little joke. "They do say that no plan survives first contact with the enemy, right?"

Totally-not-a-traitor Tray merely grins.

"Yeah, yeah," says DeShawn, pulling you away. All the while Tray continues to give you that creepy look of his. Once you're far enough, DeShawn stops you. "Okay, look, I ain't got no idea what's wrong with you, but seriously, we gotta keep an eye on that guy!"

You blink. "What's wrong with you? He seems like an exemplary soldier."

"Wha—are you shittin' me right now?" DeShawn nearly yells. "Look at his face! His name is literally traitor! There's something wrong here, I can feel it!"

You roll your eyes dismissively. "Don't go around saying that. He's your teammate now, and that's what matters."

Seeing that nothing's going to convince you, he backs off. "Fine. But don't blame me when he fucks us all in the ass."

You wait a few minutes more, when the door opens. From it steps in a man wearing a black trenchcoat that's definitely not regulation. He bears a splitting resemblance to actor Samuel L. Jackson, and he has a patch over his right eye that covers the scarred flesh underneath.

His name is Fick Nury, Director of the United States military Army Marines Navy SEAL Delta Force Recon Green Berets SWAT Black Ops.

As he walks in, everyone gets to their feet in attention. "Director, sir!" You say, snapping a salute.

"At ease, soldier," Nury dismisses, and you comply. Everyone sits. He heads over to the centre of the room. "You may be wondering why I've headed all the way here just to give you a briefing."

You nod and say,

[1] "I was just wondering that myself, sir."
[2] "Sir, this must be a super important classified mission."
[3] "Something must have spooked the higher-ups, sir."
[4] "Sir, I don't know if it's just me, but I've got a bad feeling about this."
 
[1] "I was just wondering that myself, sir."
 
[1] "I was just wondering that myself, sir."

You speak up. "I was just wondering that myself, sir."

"So it would seem," Nury says, turning to the rest of the team. "The rest of you must be thinking the same."

"Oh yes, sir, I most definitely am," Tray says from the back. "Yes, indeed."

Nury decides to get to business. He pulls down a screen and switches the projector on as the room dims. Overhead footage of a village on some mountains in Afghanistan could be seen. "This is Tajbakhsh, located in Bakh Province, Afghanistan. As you know, this village functions as a communications outpost for the Taliban," the footage zooms in, showing a large relay dish installed on a building on a cliff, and a radio tower in the middle of the village.

Nury continues: "At 1030 hours last night we lost communications with our contacts in the village. Now, we aren't sure if they've been compromised yet, but they haven't reported since. If they have, they could expose our whole operation there, and we can't let that happen."

The screen changed to a cool 3D model of the entire village. "Your mission is to infiltrate the village and recover our contacts," several points were highlighted of a few houses at certain points. "These are safehouses. If our contacts are still alive, they're going to be in there. You are to extract our contacts and make immediate evac."

Several C4 charges were set on the tower and relay. "Once the VIPs have been evacced you are to set demo charges on the comms equipment, and then destroy them after exfil," the tower and relay exploded, with a helicopter carrying the team flying off towards the sunrise. "The mission is to behin at 0300 hours tomorrow. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Everyone says at once.

Fick Nury gestures to Tray. "Special Operative Tray here has experience working with the Taliban. He'll be our specialist for this mission."

Tray gives a simple nod of his head.

Nury turns to walk out the room. "Remember, you're our best and brightest here. I don't expect you to fail," he leaves.

The lights switch back on and everyone stands to prepare for their mission.

"Just another Tuesday, huh?" You ask DeShawn with a smile.

He considers it for a moment, before returning the smile. "Just another day at the office."

You raise your arm to do a:

[1] Fist-bump
[2] High-five
[3] Epic handshake
[4] Konami Code handshake
 
[4] Konami Code handshake

The two of your hands clasp around each other. Then you proceed with the sequence: up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right. The you release and give two low-fives, one in each direction, before finishing with a fist-bump.

"Never gets old," DeShawn grins.

You smile back. "And may it never change."

The two of you head over to the armoury to gear up. It's full of all sorts of firearms that it would probably make a certain weapons-crazy sniper-scythe wielder from another universe start geeking out immediately. DeShawn puts on his bulletproof vest and grabs his M249 SAW machine gun and SMAW launcher. He turns to you. "Taking the usual?"

You nod, turning to the wall of guns.

What is your usual?

Pick a primary, a sidearm, and a gadget.

Assault Rifles
[1] M4A1
[2] HK416
[3] SCAR-H
[4] TAR-21

Shotguns
[1] M870
[2] M1014
[3] SPAS-12
[4] Origin-12

Submachine Guns
[1] MP5
[2] MP7
[3] MPX
[4] Vector

Sidearms
[1] P229
[2] USP
[3] M45 MEUSOC
[4] Desert Eagle

Gadget
[1] Throwing Knife
[2] Grapple
[3] Camera Drone
[4] Dual Wield Sidearms
 
Primary: [2] HK416
Sidearm: [4] Desert Eagle
Gadget: [4] Dual Wield Sidearms
 
Primary: [2] HK416
Sidearm: [4] Desert Eagle
Gadget: [2] Grapple

You retrieve your usual loadout, the one you've used to kill dozens of terrorists around the world. First you take your HK416 with attached Red Dot and laser sight from the wall and load in a magazine, and then perform the HK s l a p p. You slap the gun to chamber the round in one satisfying action that never gets old. Then you take out your chrome-plated Desert Eagle, a massive handgun that's super effective at blowing off the heads of terrorists. Finally, you grab your gadget.

Since the United States military Army Marines Navy SEAL Delta Force Recon Green Berets SWAT Black Ops has infinite funding, operatives also have access to top-secret and cutting-edge tech. Your gadget of choice is the Grapple, great for quickly getting around the place and pulling terrorists to you so you can punch them in the face. Or go fishing or something.

You also grab the other stuff special elite soldier guys like you use, such as a combat knife, night vision, and your bulletproof vest and other armour. The rest of your squad us also suiting up, grabbing their own weapons and gadgets and other shit. Some guy is testing out a small quadrotor with a gun on it.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Tray picking out his own gun. You've never seen it before. It looks like a weird FAMAS thing.

You raise your brow and walk over to him and ask:

[1] "Hey, what is that? Never seen it before."
[2] "What gun is that? Can't say I've seen one of those things."
[3] "Is that a new FAMAS model?"
[4] Observe in silence
 
sad no dual deagle noises

[1] "Hey, what is that? Never seen it before."
 
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