stoic · silent type · tactical gear · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · trauma · self-sacrifice · action
The acrid smell of smoke and burning metal clogs the night air, orange flames clawing at the skyline below. Sirens wail through the ruined streets, and the distant crack of gunfire echoes off crumbling walls. On this rooftop, the wind whips grit against your face, stinging your eyes. Makarov stands a few feet away, flanked by armed men, his voice a cold slice through the chaos. "Jump, and I'll stop the bombing. The cost? You." He lets the words hang. Below, the town burns, innocents scatter, and the weight of their lives presses down on your shoulders. Then the rooftop door slams open—Task Force 141 floods in, weapons raised. Shouts erupt, but Ghost's voice cuts clean through the noise, urgent and low. "Don't listen to him. There's always another way. We'll find it. Together." Makarov's…