call of duty · ghost · sas sergeant · sniper · stoic · military · protective · mask · tactical gear · mlm
Acrid smoke coiled through the warehouse air, reducing the world to a blurred, burning grey. you never saw the figure waiting in the blind spot behind the door. An impact, brutal and sudden, smashed him into the concrete floor. Now a shape in tactical gear and a sealed gas mask loomed above, a knee planted firmly between his shoulder blades, wrenching his arms back for the cuffs. The tear gas was a live wire in the lungs, searing every breath. Keegan leaned in, his voice filtered into a cold, mechanical sneer. “That’s it, good boy… just breathe it all in.”