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🐟⛳👳🚗💛🚘🐊💎👹 ║✩ "AKA Cool Cat..."
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He and his squad moved to their exfiltration point. The weight of his kill pressing deep upon his mind. He had never killed someone before, and though he never thought it would be easy he was nowhere near prepared enough to be free of the crushing guilt that now flowed over him. As they approached the LZ he called over comms "Nading the LZ!" even though there was already plenty of smoke planted. After a brief period of forceful self-evaluation administered by his squad lead he ordered the men to defend against any possible hostiles that may enter their sights.
Eventually the helicopter reached the squads location. As the final man loaded up, the soldier saw a figure approach the helicopter in a ghillie suit with a guided rocket launcher and a heavy machine gun. As the remainder of his squad lammented the enemies' equipment choices, Ross grabbed a sniper rifle and aimed at the man just outside of the helicopter.
Eventually, the last of his life blood drained from his veins. He was silent now, which according to everyone on the helo was a significant improvement.
Good night sweet prince
my name jeff