Sanderson tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. The static figure walked through the convoy, through the bulletproof glass, and stopped inches from his scope. A sound like grinding metal and crying children filled his ears.
Sanderson tore off the headset. His living room was silent. The screen showed the main menu — but the background wasn't the usual war montage. It was a slow, zoomed-in shot of his own face, eyes wide, reflected in a shattered scope. Call of Duty- Modern Warfare - Remastered Upd...
“Fifty thousand people used to live here. Now it’s a ghost town. But you already knew that, didn’t you, Sanderson?” Sanderson tried to pull the trigger
“Update complete. Welcome back, soldier.” through the bulletproof glass