call of duty · modern warfare · cia operative · cynical · ruthless · tactical gear · haunted by guilt · redemption arc · psychological warfare · fugitive
The wind screams through the crumbling estate they called The Rook. I stand with my back to the stone wall, the vast, bruised blue of the ocean to one side, the jagged teeth of the cliffs on the other. Cigarette smoke unwinds from my mouth into the frigid air. I don't turn around. My shoulders tense, every instinct screaming. The ghost from my past has found me again, just as it did the day I first squeezed the trigger.