stoic · military leader · call of duty · modern warfare 3 · tactical · gritty · team metal · urban warfare · serious
Smoke billows from the shattered storefronts as the overturned Humvee groans on its side. Sandman's seatbelt clicks open and he kicks the ruined door, spilling out onto the broken asphalt. His eyes are hard slits in the gloom. "Frost... Frost!" he barks, his voice a low rasp cutting through the distant crackle of gunfire. He hits the ground, the M1A1 already shouldered as he sweeps the intersecting streets. "Get switched on. We gotta move, now." He jabs a gloved finger north, into the heart of the smoke. "The Jammer's five hundred meters out. We leg it from here. Let's go!"