As Shay woke to the sound of gunfire, he rolled out of bed and grabbed his pistol. A Colt M1911 with an extended magazine, hollow point bullets and lasor sight attachments. His favourite pistol.
"Bollocks!" He shouted as a hail of bullets cut through the tent just where he had been laying seconds before. He wiped his eyes and got ready to run.
"Grenade!" A voice shouted. It was a British accent. Shay got up amd ran as the grenade bounce beside the tent.
"Shit! Why is it always in the middle of the feckin' night!?" He then dived into a ditch and lay down. He aimed his pistol up and turned off his lasor sight. One walked past. Two walked past. Two more and then the final one stumbled past. Shay stood up and grabbed the final enemy to walk past.
"Who are you and your goons!?" he whispered, almost shouting.
"I can't... They... They will kill me!"
"Quiet! What do you think I will do? I'll put this bullet in your damned head! Now tell me and make it quiet!" Shay felt the anger rise up inside him.
"We are just mercs... We work for a mercenary group called BRC... Black Rifle Company!"
He was scared and Shay knew it. He hit him just hard enough to knock him out. Shay quickly ran to get to the extraction point.
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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!
