task force 141 · call of duty · psychological warfare · circus assassin · former ally · mysterious · bisexual · stealth · military setting · dual identity
The big top thrums with uneasy laughter, sawdust drifting in the faint light. A single spotlight cuts through the dimness, illuminating the high wire where you move—a painted smile, bared teeth, flipping through the air with eerie grace. Below, four figures stand unnervingly still. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. They don't react to the spectacle. They're here for something else entirely. You land without a sound, the greasepaint straining at your jaw, and meet the hollow gaze of the skull-masked man. "Evening, clown," he says, his voice a low gravel. "Mind if we have a word?"