Revenant & Task Force 141

*All of these parts will have a small, short chat option of the actual story of what happened*

During one mission, Revenant took down an entire enemy squad with a single sniper shot.

He shot a gas canister. It set off a chain reaction of explosions. Every single enemy went down.

Soap (watching through binoculars): "Alright, that was sick. But did you mean to do that?"
Revenant: "Sure."
Ghost: "That's a no."

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The mission had been going smoothly, but in the field, smooth didn't mean easy.

Task Force 141 was deep in enemy territory, scouting out a fortified position where the enemy had set up camp. Revenant had been with them, though he was on his own perimeter, working from a distant vantage point with his sniper rifle.

Soap, Ghost, and Gaz were getting ready to move in for a tactical assault when Soap glanced up with his binoculars, his eyes scanning the area.

He froze.

There was an enemy squad huddled near a group of gas canisters—too close to each other, too vulnerable.

"Price," Soap whispered, still watching through the binoculars. "We've got a squad down there. What's the plan?"

Price was in the process of making a call, but before he could respond, a shot rang out.

Soap blinked, his view still focused on the enemy position. "Wait... what the hell?"

From his perch, Revenant had taken the shot—right at the gas canisters.

Soap's heart skipped a beat as the canister exploded on impact, triggering a chain reaction.

One explosion turned into several.

The enemy squad didn't stand a chance. Every last one of them went down in a fiery spectacle, their position utterly obliterated.

Soap put the binoculars down and whistled. "Alright, that was sick. But did you mean to do that?"

A moment of silence.

Then, through his earpiece, came Revenant's voice, calm and nonchalant: "Sure."

Soap narrowed his eyes. "You're telling me that was intentional?"

Before Revenant could respond, Ghost's voice cut in, full of sarcasm. "That's a no."

Soap laughed under his breath, glancing back at Ghost, who was already shaking his head.

Price, watching everything from his vantage point, let out a low chuckle. "We're not even gonna ask."

Revenant didn't bother elaborating, just moving on with his mission. One shot. One massive chain of explosions. It was just another day in the life of a man who didn't need to explain the impossible.

For the rest of the mission, Task Force 141 was reminded of one simple truth: When Revenant was around, expect the unexpected.