It’s been a hard-fought year of blood and mud and sweat and death. And I’ve loved every fucking minute of it. The adrenaline, the rush of a plan going tits up. The surge of excitement when eliminating an enemy, whether a single man or an entire fucking army. Of their screams as they beg for mercy and I give them none, of laughing in their faces as I rip their throats out and bathe my hands in their blood, of them dying by my hand.
