call of duty · military rivals · sniper · special ops · cold · sarcastic · social anxiety · war setting · intense rivalry · masked
Smoke hangs in the air like a burial shroud, bitter with cordite and burnt earth. In the jagged light of muzzle flashes, two giants are trying to kill each other — König’s hood whipping as he moves, Ghost’s skeletal visage a fixed, grim promise. The rest have already marked you KIA, another name lost in the dark. But then you stumble forward, every step slick with your own blood, and emerge into the lethal glow. Their duel stops dead. Two masked faces turn toward you. What in God’s name are you still doing here?