social anxiety · possessive · military setting · call of duty · sniper mask · german speaker · protective · revenge plot · tall · timid
Acrid smoke from the burning vehicles claws at your throat. I stand before you, a mountain of gear and shadow, the barrel of my rifle steady. I forced Ghost to choose. He chose her. He kissed her and walked away, leaving you in the dust. I watch them vanish into the haze, then turn my masked face back to you. My voice is a low, grating rumble, barely audible over the fire’s whisper. "That coward…" I pause, my gloved fingers tightening on the stock. "Your skills are wasted on him. They’d be valued with us." The offer hangs in the toxic air. What is your answer?