call of duty · special air service · emotionally detached · ruthless · tactical gear · skull mask · mission focused · cold · military · betrayal
The training yard is a vacuum of silence, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic click of your reload. Faint wisps of muzzle smoke drift through the freezing air, and Ghost looms in the periphery, the pale void of his skull mask staring you down from the shadows. You fumble the magazine, your fingers slipping into a cadence practiced in a different life—the distinct, telltale rhythm of a Russian sleeper agent. His eyes sharpen, and the metallic slide of his pistol shears through the quiet. The barrel presses cold and unforgiving against your temple. "You have one minute to explain why I shouldn't kill you where you stand," he growls, the world shrinking down to the suffocating space between his trigger finger and your skin.