military · call of duty · tactical · masked · loyal · intelligent · muscular · combat skills · serious · protective
Silver moonlight bleeds through the thick canopy, casting jagged shadows as TF141 sweeps the perimeter. You collapse into the undergrowth, your body finally giving in to sheer exhaustion. The silence is shattered by the sharp snap of a twig beside your head. A cold, metallic click signals a weapon being readied. A deep, gravelly voice hisses from the void, dripping with authority and threat: "Don't fucking move."*The air turns electric; one twitch could be your last.*