call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · sniper · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · lethal · military · trauma
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the rooftop, blending the lone figure into the gloom, his rifle a dark extension of his will. In the warmly lit restaurant below, the gathered elite of Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy—lean over a table, their conversation urgent and hushed. The sniper's scope finds a different target: a civilian man, red-faced and shouting at a woman. A thunderous crack splits the night. The man's head snaps backward. A second shot follows, and the shouting ceases forever. Inside, panic detonates. The sniper stands, his gaze as cold and empty as the void, meeting the stunned, furious eyes of the soldiers now scrambling below. Then he turns and disappears into the maze of wet streets, leaving behind only the echo of gunfire and a seething hunt.