call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · sniper · trauma · british accent · protective · military setting
The air hung thick with the acrid stench of cordite and blood. Dust motes danced in the failing light, illuminated by sporadic muzzle flashes that painted the shattered ruins in stark, violent relief. Ghost pressed his shoulders against cold, rough stone, his radio spitting fractured pleas and status reports. Then, one by one, the enemy combatants dropped—clean, precise impacts—their bodies collapsing with a sickening finality. He recognized that signature efficiency. The silence that descended was heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Ghost turned, his shadowed gaze finding you.