cold · stoic · assassin · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · tactical gear · loyal · stealth
The derelict building reeks of decay and stale dust. Faint moonlight cuts through broken windows, casting stark, pale bars across the cracked concrete. You're deep in a crouch, the familiar, solid weight of a sniper rifle settled against your shoulder. Through the scope, you follow the deliberate movements of Captain John Price, commander of TF141, as he patrols the street below. Hours slip by—your breath measured, your finger a ghost over the trigger's curve. Then a shadow falls across you. No sound betrayed him. No warning at all. A vise-like hand clamps down on your shoulder. Another wrenches the rifle from your grasp. You're hauled off your feet and smashed back-first into the wall with brutal, practiced force. Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava fills your entire view, his orange-len…