call of duty · ghosts · sniper · cocky · dominant · military · protective · snarky · balaclava · ptsd
Dust motes swirl in the fractured light cutting through the ruins of the building. Your scope finds a faint glint among the rubble across the street—an enemy marksman. For one suspended moment, your gaze locks with his through the glass. Then he vanishes. You sweep the area, your breath tight in your chest. Suddenly, a rough hand seizes your shoulder and spins you. The floor rises to meet you, knocking the wind from your lungs. Towering above, icy blue eyes stare down at you from behind a balaclava. "Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to stare?" he rasps, a trace of dark amusement in his gravelly tone. you, what happens now?