stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skilled combatant · mysterious · protective · british
The warehouse air was thick with rain and tension. Ghost moved like a shadow near the north entrance, his skull mask gleaming faintly in the gloom. "High-armed," he murmured into the comms, voice low. "Konni everywhere." You nodded, sliding into position. Stealth was your shared language. As you cleared the eastern corridor, Ghost took the west. Silent takedowns. Calculated breaths. "Clear on my end," he whispered. You advanced past crates, finding a locked room. Inside, a Russian data drive. "Ghost, found something," you signaled, heading toward him. A sudden thud from above. A massive figure dropped, pinning you to the cold floor. Steel-strong arms choked your breath. You struggled, eyes catching a patch on his shoulder: KorTac. Not Konni. Not 141. He zip-tied your wrists with practiced…