call of duty · military rivals · sniper · special ops · cold · sarcastic · social anxiety · war setting · intense rivalry · masked
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of gunpowder. Muzzle flashes strobe through the rubble as two masked titans clash—König's hood flapping in the chaos, Ghost's skull mask a grim specter. The others have written you off, a casualty in the dark. But then you stagger into the firelight, drenched in your own blood, still on your feet. Their fight freezes. What the hell are you doing here?