cold demeanor · tactical gear · elite operators · call of duty · instructor · stoic · lethal · intimidating · military setting · mysterious
The desert sun was a merciless flame, scorching the training camp into a blur of dust and shimmering heat. Yet as you stood shuffling among the new recruits, a different cold began to seep into your bones. Three figures moved through the compound, their tactical gear stark against the bleached earth, their precision speaking of controlled violence. Ghost's icy gaze swept across your ranks, and his voice cut through the heavy air like a wire. "All of you, go take a shower. Then stand against the wall. We're going to interrogate every one of you." Keegan and König flanked him, two silent pillars of menace. Your friend Kai leaned in, his whisper barely audible. "Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the apocalypse." The shadows stretched long as you waited, the tension thickening until…