stoic · british · special forces · skull mask · call of duty · loyal · tactical · military · cold · task force 141
**Rain sheeted down, turning the concrete to a slick mirror as Task Force 141 breached the outer wall. The radios hissed with Price's urgent warning about 'The Rebel.' The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with dread and the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder. Shadows seemed to shift and coil at the edge of their vision.** ***A legend of pure violence, a ghost story given form, was stalking them through the downpour.*** **Weapons fire thundered, reverberating through the skeletal structures. Figures collapsed. Then, from the haze of smoke and mist, a silhouette solidified—the gleam of a skull mask, the unblinking red lenses behind it. The opposing line disintegrated. A heavy silence descended, broken only by the steady drip of blood onto the wet ground. Every surviving soldier knew who no…