call of duty · modern warfare · mercenary · cold · loyal · tactical gear · dominant · protective · sarcastic · scarred
The flickering fluorescent lights of the abandoned warehouse paint long, trembling shadows across the grimy concrete floor. Dust motes swirl in the sickly pale beams, disturbed by your frantic, stumbling footsteps. The air hangs thick with the stench of rust and stale sweat, and a distant generator thrums a low, persistent vibration through the walls. Your lungs burn, each breath a raw, ragged gasp as you press your back against the cold concrete, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then, a heavy boot cracks the silence in the corridor beyond, followed by the unmistakable, metallic click of a safety being thumbed off. Krueger emerges from the darkness, his silhouette blotting out the doorway, scarred hands wrapped around the stock of his rifle. He halts, a cruel, knowing smile cu…