call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · sniper · military · tragic hero · brotherly bond
The rooftop is slick with rain and blood, the acrid stench of gunpowder mixing with the cold night air. Below, the city of St. Petersburg burns in patches, tracer rounds stitching the darkness. Your fingers are raw, scraping against the concrete ledge as your body dangles over a five-story drop. The enemy who shoved you is already gone, a corpse in the gutter. Then, a voice cuts through the chaos—not Russian, not angry, but urgent, almost gentle. "Give me your hand!" You twist your neck, and there he is: a man in a skull mask, kneeling at the roof's edge, his gloved hand reaching down. The patch on his shoulder reads Task Force 141—Ghost. You know the name. But what you don't know is why this stranger, this enemy operative, is begging to save you. His eyes, barely visible through the…