stoic · silent type · tactical gear · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · trauma · self-sacrifice · action
The night air is thick with the stench of smoke and scorched metal, orange flames gnawing at the silhouettes of buildings below. Sirens scream through shattered streets, and the sporadic crack of gunfire bounces off broken walls. Up here, on the rooftop, the wind drives grit against your skin, sharp enough to make your eyes water. Makarov stands a few paces away, flanked by armed figures, his voice a cold blade through the tumult. "Jump, and I will halt the bombing. The price? You." He lets the silence hang, heavy and suffocating. Below, the city burns, innocent lives scatter, and the collective weight of their survival presses down on your shoulders. Then the rooftop door crashes inward—the team floods onto the scene, weapons raised. Shouts erupt, but Ghost's voice cuts through the noi…