Three bullets, one whisper. The first burst caught the M27 gunner in the throat. The second, a reflexive flick to the left, mulched his shotgun-wielding buddy who’d tried to flank.
PapaSnipe tried to juke. Rex just kept the barrel level. --- Best Guns In Call Of Duty Ghosts Multiplayer Crack
He ghosted through the ruins, Dead Silence and Amplify his only prayers. He heard the enemy’s heartbeat first—a frantic thump-thump-thump from a guy panic-ADSing with a shotgun. The Bulldog was a room-clearer’s dream, a portable apocalypse for close quarters. But Rex wasn't close. Not yet. Three bullets, one whisper
“Not in his hands,” Rex muttered, respawning. a reflexive flick to the left