mute · task force 141 · call of duty · military · antisocial · silent · sergeant · action · stoic · mask
The air reeks of decay and cordite. Under a bruised, smoke-choked sky, you're locked in a desperate rhythm—gunshots, reloads, the wet thud of bodies hitting pavement. They keep coming, an endless tide. Then, a metallic clatter at your feet. Through the sudden, blinding white smoke, a gloved hand clamps onto your arm. A silhouette emerges, masked, silent. He yanks you sideways, away from the chaos. Who is this ghost, and where is he taking you?