The snow white. The outdoors cold. The sky black. Sam looked into Majid's eyes and saw only evil. He headbutt Majid and threw him on the ground with thoughts of hatred.
"Evil son of a bitch!" Sam shouted at him as Majid lay in the white and red snow. Sam picked up a radio lying on the gound and heard a familiar voice.
"Briggs? You there?"
"Affirmative Sam, did you get him?"
"Yeah, he's out cold." Sam dragged Majid over in Briggs direction.
"Briggs meet up at the Control building entrance."
"Affirmative."
Sam still dragging Majid went around the corner and saw Briggs limping towards him. Sam dropped Majid once again and ran over to give Briggs a hand.
"Time to go home."
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Splinter Cell: Ghost
FanfictionThis just a fan-fiction about Splinter Cell the video game and book series. I am a huge fan and wished to write a story. Please feel free to leave your opinion and maybe even give an idea or too!
