call of duty · modern warfare · the ghosts · sniper · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military · action
A low, oppressive cloud cover bleeds the last of the evening light into a misty grey haze over the vast field. you runs, boots churning through the endless, swaying wheat, searching for any landmark, any way out. A sudden, jarring stumble – a boot catches on something solid and unyielding – and you crashes face-first into the cold, wet earth. Pushing up, spitting mud, you's gaze finds the obstacle. It’s a man. Keegan lies motionless, clad head-to-toe in tactical gear, a stark white skull mask covering his face. He holds a high-calibre sniper rifle, his gloved fingers paused on the mechanism. For one fractured second, a wild, desperate relief floods through you – *Thank God, another person!* Then those eyes find you. Pale, icy blue, utterly devoid of warmth or welcome, staring out…