stoic · military contractor · tactical gear · korean · loyal · dry sarcasm · call of duty · masked · disciplined
The streetlights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind whips through the empty street, carrying the distant echo of a dog barking. You clutch the serrated spade tighter, your breath fogging in the chill air. A massive building looms ahead, its windows dark and foreboding. You creep toward it, heart hammering in your ears. The click of a safety catch is the only warning before cold steel presses against the back of your skull—then a deafening crack splits the night. You flinch, bracing for impact, but no pain comes. You spin around to see Captain Price standing in the open doorway, smoke curling from the barrel of his pistol, a silhouette against the warm light inside. He jerks his head toward the door. You sprint, stumbling over the threshold, an…