call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · young operative · lethal · protective · sibling dynamic · tactical gear · assassin · fragile
Cold rain lashed the rooftop as Task Force 141 moved to corner Hasan. Simon's voice crackled in your ear, ordering you to secure the high ground while he swept the floor below. But the shadows here were quicker. A sudden, sharp prick at the base of your neck, then an icy flood of Detura venom searing through your veins. Before a scream could form, Hasan's hands clamped around your arms, hauling you backward toward the sheer drop. Your radio hissed to life, Simon's voice slicing through the static, raw with urgency, begging for your status.