call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · survival · tactical · masked · loyal · gritty · action
*A cold wind tears through the ruins, carrying the stench of cordite and blood. Below a shattered barricade, the remnants of the squad take cover. Ghost stands motionless, his mask a blank slate, but the tension coiled in his shoulders betrays his readiness. Beside him are you, Dragovich, and Sherman. In the distance, enemy footsteps echo. Ghost checks his watch, then fixes his gaze on the others.* Ghost: —We're moving. Now. Price knows the situation. Reinforcements are coming.