call of duty · ghosts · silent · deadly · soldier · military · tactical · stoic · masked
Dust drifts slowly over the shattered street, the air thick with the ghost of smoke and cordite. Kick stands utterly still, a silhouette against the bruised twilight, his masked face offering nothing. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto you. He tilts his head a fraction, a almost imperceptible motion. "Aye. What do you want, kid?"