Zero Dark Harambe (One-Shot, One Kill)

>>449602
>HURT LOCKER THIS BITCH (HURT ME PLENTY)

>>449602
>>Breaching shotgun the door, flashbang and clear (Let's fucking do this baby)
Remember, no Harambe.

>>449602
Hurt locker this bitch.

(What's caution?)

>>449602
>HURT LOCKER THIS BITCH (HURT ME PLENTY)

>>449602
>HURT LOCKER THIS BITCH (HURT ME PLENTY)

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>>449643
>>449613
>>449617
Fuck these apes, we're going in all the fucking way baby! You make the hand-signal for a breaching charge, and it seems the blood lust is showing through your eyes because your demolition man hands you the explosive and waves the rest of your team to run from the door. You toss the brick at the door, grab the detonator in your hand and run ten steps away before jamming your thumb straight down onto the trigger. A thunderous explosion blooms from the grey brick behind you, smashing your ears clean and tossing you backwards with extreme force. But you get back up in seconds, fury granting you strength and seemingly blunting your pain.

You grab your rifle and sprint right back through the blasted hole of the building that now doubles as a door, screaming nonsensically all the while with your team belatedly following behind you. You run past a vast array of flesh giblets spewed across the floor, only looking down once to make sure you don't slip on the blood and building fragments. YOUR INNER PATRIOTISM DEMANDS BLOOD, THE BLOOD OF SIMIAN SCUM.

You find a descending staircase, and hear loud ape grunting and heavy footfalls further down, indicating the BASTARDS are right under you. You crouch, logic dictates that you would probably just lay an ambush for these gigantic beasts, which would give an unmitigated edge to dispatch them all. BUT THAT IS FOR FUCKING PUSSIES GODDAMNIT.

A turban-wearing ape comes into your view and you jump down onto his head, using your legs to wrap around his fat face. You press your M4 against the dome of his skull and squeeze the trigger, rewarding you with a torrent of red fluid as you EXPLODE his FUCKING HEAD. The body falls backwards, and you keep your balance as you twist yourself harder onto his head and ride the dead ape down the stairs. As the body splats onto the bottom of the staircase, you see three apes fiddling around with their AKMs in front of another closed door. You burst three shots into the first, blast the kneecaps open of the second and headshot the third as he manages to bring his AKM to bear on you.

You walk up to the now-screaming Ape clutching his knee, raise your boot and stomp down on his throat before slashing it open with your knife as he gags and chokes on blood. Four apes dead, but you WANT MORE. But Harambe might get away if you cleanse this entire building, room by room.

YOU BET HE'S AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS FUCKING BUILDING. You eye a couple grenades on their bodies, maybe if you BLOW OPEN THE FUCKING FLOOR, you'll find him quicker.

HARAMBE AWAITS.

>DOOR BY DOOR, ALL THE APES MUST DIE.
>THE FLOOR HIDES YOUR FOE, IT MUST DIE.

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>>449719
>THE FLOOR HIDES YOUR FOE, IT MUST DIE.

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>>449719
>THE FLOOR HIDES YOUR FOE, IT MUST DIE.

FUCKING FINALLY I GET TO PLAY THE KILLING FLOOR AS THE TITLE INTENDED!!!

>>449719
>THE FLOOR HIDES YOUR FOE, IT MUST DIE.

>>449719
Floor hides our foe!
We must kill it for aiding terrorists.

>>449719
>THE FLOOR HIDES YOUR FOE, IT MUST DIE.

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>>449724
>>449729
>>449736
>>449749
THE FLOOR, IT WORKS AGAINST YOU.

You pack your rifle and gather grenades off the corpses of your ape foes, then slowly make your way back up the stairs while balancing them in your arms. Once you take the final step to put you at the top of the staircase, you lay the grenades down at your feet and find your team-mates on your six, slightly shaken from your probably insane stunt. You turn and stare at them, smiling with murder in your eyes. Then, looking back at your grenades, you begin to destroy the terrorist-abiding FLOOR.

Pin, toss. Pin, toss. Pin, toss. Pin, toss.

The grenades begin to explode, shaking the entire building with their concussive blasts and nearly deafening what's left of your recovered hearing. You look back at your now-frightened team-mates, and you unsling your rifle and quickly reload with practiced motions.

"ALPHA MIKE FOXTROT!" You scream as you descend down the blood-soaked staircase, almost slipping on a particularly nasty patch of gore from....oh right you exploded the bodies too. Well, you aren't cleaning up this fucking place anyways.

Approaching the massive hole in the floor, you stare your new entrance, ignoring the rebar sticking out of exploded concrete like spikes and the splattered gore all over the place. You close the distance to the circular disturbance in the floor, and jump straight through it, realizing at the last second that it's probably way too deep for you to make a safe landing. HINDSIGHT IS 20/20 EVERYONE!

You look downwards to see a group of apes currently convening over a table. Then you fucking slam straight into the table, smashing it and sending wooden splinters everywhere, several apes certainly being recipients as you hear louder screaming than usual. The impact hurts, but you feel another surge of hatred as you eye these TERRORIST SCUM backing away and looking at the weapon rack twenty feet away on a wall. You should probably act, before they manage to get armed and shoot the fuck out of you. But maybe, you want that.

>BLAST THESE MONKEYS
>I HAVE A FLASHBA-
>HURT ME, I HURT YOU

>>449865
HURT ME, I HURT YOU
We shall kill them with the power of rage an patriotism.

>>449865
>I HAVE A FLASHBA-
>HURT ME, I HURT YOU
WE DON'T NEED EYES OR EARS TO KILL APES

>>449865
>>I HAVE A FLASHBA-
>>HURT ME, I HURT YOU

>>449865
>BLAST THESE MONKEYS
Anyone who votes different is Harambe supporter

>>449865
>BLAST THESE MONKEYS
MUST KILL MONKEYS

>>449884
>>449873
Who the fuck needs to see or hear things? Man, senses are so overrated!

You reach and grab your flashbang, pulling off the pin and chucking it straight up into the air. The grenade flies true, and as it begins to make an arc, it explodes with the destructive flash and deafening explosion it's famous. So in a concise description, it fucking annihilates the relative cohesion of any and everything in the room.

Chaos reigns supreme as your world goes literally white and your ears instantly just die on you, reducing you to stumbling around trying to regain your bearings. The same happens to your opponents, creating an almost laughable environment of apes and men tripping and falling all over the place. You feel a painful, burning sensation along your arm, and you know you've been shot by some damn dirty ape. Screaming though nobody can hear you (least of all yourself), you charge forwards and tackle your attacker in a show of pure luck.

Feeling the hairy surface of your opponent, you locate his face by touch and begin to beat it in with your fists with insane fury. The beast flails it's arms at you and launches you backwards, yet though pain surges through your body again, you remain undeterred by sole virtue of your lust for revenge. A few seconds of searching your body rewards you with your combat knife, and you lunge forwards and bury your knife into ape meat. You begin to slash and stab everywhere you can, using your other arm you hug the beast to avoid being flung off as he tries to retaliate. With murderous intent, you drive the point of your blade deep into the face of your foe, laughing as you feel the ape slowly fade away in your arms.

With your kill achieved, you fall backwards and lay on the ground thinking of your past, present, and future. And also killing Harambe. Always thinking about killing Harambe.

An eternity passes before your vision and hearing returns, and when they finally do, you get up and find your team putting rounds into prostrate apes. Your point man picks you up and helps you unsteadily to your feet. He looks you in the eyes, then fist bumps you as he checks out your poor ape victim. But his mood shifts quickly as he shows you his time piece, and you take a quick look.

Fuck. You need to make up for lost time.

>Tactically advance with your team throughout the building
>Take over point, ask Central for a shortcut to the bottom
>WE'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG, CONTINUE HUNT FOR HARAMBE

>>450440
>WE'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG, CONTINUE HUNT FOR HARAMBE
Knife out, it makes us run faster.

>>450440
>WE'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG, CONTINUE HUNT FOR HARAMBE

>>WE'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG, CONTINUE HUNT FOR HARAMBE

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>>450458
>>451133
>>451169
You stare at your team again, earning loud groans and mumbling from them as they recognize what you're planning again. They point at a corner of the wall and hand you another grenade before running out of the room. You don't disappoint them.

One explosion and one adrenaline-pumping shockwave that flings you against the opposite corner of the wall later, you're sprinting through a barely lit concrete passage-way with your knife drawn almost foaming at the mouth. The flickering light bulbs hung on old rope above your head illuminate what seems like the terrorist barracks in front of you, and glancing at the endless bundles of bananas drives even more hatred into your already blackened heart. As you speed through empty bunks and step over banana peels, you feel yourself needing an outlet for that increasingly red tide of rage coming over you.

Luckily, you find an opportunity soon enough. An ape guard, hefting an RPK with the bipod still attached to the bottom, walks around the corner and grunts in anger at your approach. About all he gets to do though, as you dive into him and jam the point of your knife into his right eye, popping it like a macabre balloon. Spraying blood and screaming, your victim drops his gun and tries to raise his arms to pull you off. That only motivates you though, and you quickly retract the blade and slam it home into his left eye, sending another round of simian screams through the air. You wait a few seconds for the beast to writhe in agony before finally raking the steel through it's throat, basking in the liquid spray that explodes from the wound. Satisfying, but still not Harambe.

You give the corpse a kick before rounding the corner and finally locating the ape-icon door that signifies the personal office of Harambe. Finally, you'll have your revenge on the DAMN DIRTY APE. But Harambe isn't stupid, hell far from it. The gorilla is the leader of one of the world's most infamous terrorist organizations, and you haven't exactly been the quietest operator around. He's probably hiding in there, waiting for you in with his mates in preparation for an ambush.

>Wait for your team
>Kick that fucking door in BECAUSE WE NEED SOME FUCKING BLOOD SPILLED RIGHT NOW

>>451707
>Kick that fucking door in BECAUSE WE NEED SOME FUCKING BLOOD SPILLED RIGHT NOW

>>451707
>>Kick that fucking door in BECAUSE WE NEED SOME FUCKING BLOOD SPILLED RIGHT NOW

>>451707
>Kick that fucking door in BECAUSE WE NEED SOME FUCKING BLOOD SPILLED RIGHT NOW

>>451707
>Kick that fucking door in BECAUSE WE NEED SOME FUCKING BLOOD SPILLED RIGHT NOW

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>>451713
>>452080
>>452782
>>452976
You take a few steps back and kick in the fucking door, because justice doesn't have any time to fucking waste right now. The wooden door explodes from the horrendous force your boot represents, and you jump in guns almost-blazing due to the fact that you want to save an entire magazine for Harambe's corpse. Once you enter the room, you only see one ape, yet you are still satisfied with your choice because that one ape is fucking Harambe himself. Armed with a Desert Eagle, the terrorist piece of fucking shit has a smile the size of Pakistan on his scarred simian face, along with an untrimmed beard that those fuckers love to wear on their chins. He points the pistol at you, just as you manage to bring your rifle to bear on him, leading to essentially an afghan stand-off.

"It doesn't have to be this way," the ape gesticulates, "You can just let me go, and nobody has to die here."

"Wrong." You whisper.

At that moment, the two of you shoot each others guns, sending them both flying out of grasping hands with a shower of sparks.

You draw your M9 and Harambe charges at you in a straight-line, allowing you a free shot on him.

>Take the shot
>Fist-fight him
>Shank the cunt

>>454527
>>Take the shot
No mercy for that gorilla fuck

>>454527
>Shank the cunt

>>454527
shove a grenade up his monkey ass

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>>454713
>>455263
>>455513
The end has come for Harambe. Which is a really fancy way of saying that you're here I guess.

You don't bother to look down your sight, and instead just shove your hand forwards and turn your gun sideways.

"This one's for the kid you fucking ape."

You fire a single shot into his chest, nailing him and giving you enough of a pause to dive out of the way as he continues his berserk charge straight into a concrete wall, crumpling him in a bloodied heap. You step over to the fallen gorilla and holster your pistol, then draw your knife from it's sheathe. The ape looks at you with hatred in it's eyes, not quite as dead as one would imagine due to being a large seventeen year old gorilla.

You plant the knife deep into his ribs, drawing a spray of blood and screaming from the terrorist king, then pluck one last grenade from your gear. Crouching, you kick him over and find his backside, then look around the room for something to help this last act go as smooth as possible. You find a pair of gloves, which you replace with your own and flex out your hands in front of Harambe's now horrified face.

You grab the grenade and plunge it straight into his rear end, then you pull the pin and run out of the room as fast as you can. You almost turn around when you remember your knife is still stuck in his ribs, but decide against it this time. A massive explosion blossoms from the body of Harambe, and the gorilla is consumed in the reddening-white flash and shredded by by brutal shrapnel.

You dive through the doorway you came in from, eventually turning around and taking a look at where Harambe used to be. A large quantity of blood and gore splattered and painted on the floors and walls of his inner chamber remains of the Gorilla terrorist. Your team comes in, panting and huffing from the effort of having to chase you down through the shadowy maze of concrete passages that make up the hideout.

You take out your iPhone and take a picture of the mess and send it to Central along with a text message saying, "Got the Gorilla xD."

A few seconds later, you receive a response from Central. "Mission Accomplished, head back to EVAC point for exfil. First round's on me. :)"

You lean back against a wall, and take a deep breath. You did it, Harambe is dead. One less of his already rare kind. You smile, you're gonna get fuckin' wasted tonight if Central's paying.

>>456612
ALLAHU APEBAR