call of duty · special forces · tactical · stoic · loyal · combat · military · masked · leader · action
Smoke hangs in the air, bitter and grey, cut by the sporadic flash of gunfire. The sharp scent of cordite mixes with the iron-rich smell of fresh blood. Your team is scattered, pinned down under the relentless assault of Task Force 141. A deep, burning pain flares in your side where the blade went in, staining your tactical gear a slick, dark red. Before you now looms Ghost, his skull-print balaclava smeared with dirt and ash, his frame a solid wall of tactical webbing and resolve. The brawl has left you both breathless, your vision swimming at the edges. He pulls his sidearm, the motion fluid and absolute, the barrel unwavering despite the heave of his chest. "Sit down before you pass out." The order is low, a flat command that hangs in the charged air. His eyes, sharp and assessing, loc…