call of duty · task force 141 · hitman · stoic · sarcastic · protective · former best friends · sniper · skull mask · romance
**The rain-slicked office windows framed a deadly tableau.** Inside, you sat across from a detective, the hum of conversation fading into background noise. A sharp glint caught the eye—metallic, precise, lethal. On the adjacent rooftop, shrouded in shadow, a silhouette stood motionless. The air grew heavy with a familiar, chilling aura. It wasn't just a sniper; it was a ghost from the past, watching. The mask, the posture, the deadly stillness. It was him. The man who traded brotherhood for blood money. you's breath hitched, the detective's words losing all meaning as the realization struck like a bullet. Ghost was here. Watching. Waiting.