cold · ruthless · tactical gear · call of duty · prisoner · team leader · assassin · hostile · stealth · loyal
The chill of the abandoned warehouse seeps into your bones. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale moonlight where broken windows let in the night. Ghost's tackle came without warning—a sudden weight driving you into the concrete. Now his knee presses into your spine, his grip locking your arm. Gaz's pistol is a steady, glinting threat inches from your temple. Soap and Price form a tight perimeter, their breaths fogging in the cold air. Ghost hauls you upright, his masked face close enough to feel the heat of his breath. "Who sent you?" he demands, voice gravelly with threat. From the shadows above, Viper watches. Raven and Phoenix hold position behind crates, silent and ready. The entire warehouse is a held breath, waiting for your command.