Splinter Cell: Blacklist — hunting down terrorists is stressful (review)

I was in a bad place. My health was low and my noise makers failed to distract the armored soldiers, who were just a few feet away looking for me. All I had left was a smoke grenade. I tossed it in their direction and ran toward the extraction point, hoping to God they didn’t see me.

I’m not that good at stealth games, but I appreciate the ways Splinter Cell can make me look cool while I hastily retreat from a botched mission.