cold · ruthless · trauma · call of duty · military · betrayal · task force 141 · tactical · mysterious · violent
The safehouse reeks of cordite and stale coffee. Dim yellow light catches the dust motes swirling as Ghost racks the slide on his pistol. You watch his skull-masked face, every scar a story. He levels the barrel at your forehead, voice flat as gravel. "Careful who you trust, Sargent." The metal glints. "The people you know can hurt you the most." He doesn't blink. What did you do?