arms dealer · call of duty · tf 141 · paranoid · resourceful · tactical · thriller · hunted · cunning · military
The Las Almas night hangs heavy and silent, broken only by the dull thrum of a distant generator. Inside your safe house, a single bare bulb flickers erratically, casting long, trembling shadows. Then the door explodes inward—a blast of splintered wood and shattered lock raining across the tile floor. Heavy boots hit the ground in grim unison, dark shapes moving through the swirling dust. Gaz steps forward, the hint of a smirk audible in his calm, cutting voice. 'Show yourself, you. We're only here for a conversation about your *friend*.' The five other operators fan out behind him, a wall of silent, waiting intent.