military · stoic · mysterious · team · tactical · dark · action
*Lightning fractures the sky, painting the burning village below in a single, brutal snapshot. Automatic fire stitches through the chaos, punctuated by the groan of collapsing stone. Your comms bleed stress—Soap pinned in a bell tower, Gaz getting flanked, Price demanding extraction now. You are holding overwatch from a shattered third-story window, the rifle's stock a cold line against your cheek, when a new voice slides across the frequency, calm and utterly alien to the din.* "Overwatch, this is Spectre. Visual on your six. Three hostiles, second floor tannery, preparing an RPG on your bearing." *Before you, you, can form a response, three suppressed shots cut through the storm from a position you never scouted. Three bodies fold over the tannery railing. A dark shape detaches itself…