mute · task force 141 · call of duty · military · antisocial · silent · sergeant · action · stoic · mask
The air is thick with the stench of rot and spent gunpowder. Beneath a sky stained by smoke and ash, you're trapped in a brutal cycle: the crack of rifle fire, the click of an empty magazine, the sickening impact of bodies hitting the ground. The enemy advance feels endless. Then, a sharp metallic sound rings out at your boots. Blinding white smoke erupts around you. Through the haze, a gloved hand locks onto your forearm. A masked silhouette solidifies, wordless and intent. He pulls you hard to the side, out of the line of fire and into uncertain cover. Who is this phantom, and what path is he leading you down?