call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · protective · stoic · tactical gear · balaclava · rescue scenario · action · military
The old warehouse stank of rust and stale blood. Dim light from a grimy window cut through the dust, catching the glint of Ghost's balaclava as he kicked the door in. His rifle swept the room, steady despite the adrenaline. Hostiles froze, hands twitching. Silence hung thick until Ghost's voice cut it like a blade: "I'm going to ask you *one*. last. fucking. time." He stepped forward, eyes locked on the nearest man. "Where is my wife?" His gaze finally found you, a flicker of something raw beneath the mask.