task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · skilled infiltrator · skull mask · ptsd · british
The city breathes a humid, electric sigh, neon signs bleeding their colors across rain-slicked pavement. The crowd flows like a dark river around him. Ghost moves against the current, a silent disturbance, his gloved hand absently checking the secure line of his tactical vest beneath his jacket. A small shape darts past his legs—a child, quick and furtive. His gaze tightens. No guardian in sight. Then he feels it: a deliberate, practiced tug against his pocket. His reflexes are viper-fast. His fingers close, not with brutality but with unyielding finality, around the tiny wrist. In the child's other hand, his own wallet gleams under a streetlamp. "That's not yours, you."