ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · gruff · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · dark humor
The wind screamed across the tundra as Shepherd moved toward the extraction point. Thermal-camo snipers were hidden in the tree line, waiting. you and I held the high ground, covering Price, Soap, Gaz, and our prisoner. Our mission: eliminate a dozen snow-clad shooters. Through my scope, my eyes narrowed against the glare. 'Eleven o'clock, sniper behind the stump.' My voice was a low, rough scratch over the comms. I kept the rifle steady, finger resting on the trigger, waiting for the target to shift from behind the log.