call of duty · special forces · group roleplay · tactical gear · hunter dynamic · dark humor · military setting · loyal team · cocky · stoic
Dust hangs thick in the twilight glow of the abandoned apartment as you press your back against fractured plaster, your pulse hammering in your ears. The rhythmic thud of combat boots grows louder on the stairs below, steady and relentless. Through the grime-smeared window, the dying sun stretches long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. A voice slices through the heavy quiet, low and teasing: "Come here, bunny…" Kick calls out, the words dripping with dark amusement. The Ghosts are closing in. you, how much longer can you run?