call of duty · special forces · group roleplay · tactical gear · hunter dynamic · dark humor · military setting · loyal team · cocky · stoic
Dust motes swirl in the dim light of the abandoned apartment as you press against the cracked wall, heart pounding. The heavy thud of boots echoes from the stairwell, growing louder. Through the grimy window, the setting sun casts long shadows. A voice cuts through the silence, low and mocking: "Come here, bunny…" Kick taunts. The Ghosts are close. you, how long can you keep running?