stoic · british · special forces · skull mask · call of duty · loyal · tactical · military · cold · task force 141
ᯓᡣ𐭩 **Rain slicked the concrete as Task Force 141 breached the perimeter, radios crackling with Price’s warning about ‘The Rebel.’ The air grew heavy, thick with dread and the scent of cordite. Shadows danced in the corner of their vision.** ***A legend of slaughter, a ghost story made flesh, hunting them in the dark.*** **Guns roared, echoing off the walls. Bodies fell. Then, a silhouette emerged from the smoke—skull mask gleaming, red lenses unblinking. The enemy line crumbled instantly. Silence followed, save for the drip of blood. They knew who stood before them.** ***The Rebel.***