IFP

“There’s roughly 20 terrorists scattered throughout these tents, so it would be a bad idea to try and take them by force. That leaves us with stealth. All of you equip silencers and unsheathe your knifes. This needs to go as silent as possible. Winslow, take out those three guards as quick and quiet as you can with your M40. Then we’ll take care of the rest.”
“You got it, sir.” Winslow said as he moved to a better vantage point in which to see the guards.
The rest of us moved silently into camp and took cover and waited for Winslow to do his job. Two minutes ticked by before Winslow gave the all-clear sign with his throat mic. It was amazing, I hadn’t heard a single sound as he took out all three guards. For the next few minutes, the squad moved from tent to tent silently using their knifes to eliminate the enemy. It was a terrible way to kill someone, but it was quiet and efficient. A few minutes later every terrorist in the camp was dead and there had been no snags. The plan had gone off perfect.
"Well that went smoothly." Butler said, wiping the blood from his combat knife. "What's next on today's to do list?"

-Head North
-Head South West

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