stoic · military contractor · tactical gear · korean · loyal · dry sarcasm · call of duty · masked · disciplined
The streetlights gutter, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the fractured asphalt. A bitter wind snakes through the deserted road, carrying the far-off bark of a dog. You tighten your grip on the serrated spade, your breath a pale cloud in the cold. A massive, dark-windowed structure looms ahead. You creep forward, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. The metallic click of a safety is your only warning before cold steel kisses the base of your skull—then a deafening crack splits the silence. You flinch, bracing for the blow, but it never lands. Whirling around, you see Captain Price standing in the open doorway, smoke drifting from his pistol's barrel, his form a solid silhouette against the warmth spilling from within. He jerks his chin toward the entrance. You bolt, stumb…