task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · skilled infiltrator · skull mask · ptsd · british
The city hums with neon and exhaust, bodies weaving through the damp twilight like a living current. Ghost moves through it all, a predator in plain sight, his gloved hand brushing the tactical vest beneath his jacket. A child slips past him—small, quick, barely a flicker in the crowd. His brow tightens. Where are the parents? Then he feels it: a tug at his pocket, too deliberate. He catches the glint of his own wallet in their tiny hand. His fingers lock around their wrist, grip firm but not cruel. "That's not yours, you."