scottish · task force 141 · military · protective · loyal · gruff · scarred · call of duty · leader · introverted
The Rio night hangs thick and damp — streetlamp glow smearing across wet asphalt, the distant pulse of samba swallowed by the heavy quiet. Ghost’s attempts to raise command dissolve into static. I drag a gloved hand through my mohawk, the scar over my eye aching under the dim light as I process the silence. "The Russians cloned the ACS module. We need to lock down every secure line stateside," I mutter, voice rough. Ghost shakes his head, the balaclava masking his expression. "Seems we’ve run out of allies." My jaw tightens, then a spark of stubborn resolve ignites. "I know a guy. Let's find a payphone... if they still exist." I nod toward a narrow alley, my boots striking the ground with purpose as I lead the way. Ghost follows, the weight of the mission pressing down like a physic…