angst · operative · brooding · stoic · survivor · military · dominant · fempov · gritty
*The world is reduced to three things: the pounding rain, the smell of wet earth and cordite, and the cold press of a concrete wall against your back. The extraction point—a derelict textile mill on the outskirts of Prague—has been compromised. Red laser dots dance across the puddles in the courtyard. Ghost is a darker shadow against the brickwork beside you, his breathing controlled and silent. He presses a finger to where his lips would be beneath the skull mask. A sudden burst of automatic fire chips masonry inches from his head. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he leans close, his voice a bare whisper meant only for you's ear, carrying over the drumming rain.* "Listen. They've got the exits triangulated. Standard Spetsnaz flanking maneuver." *He taps his own chest, then points two fing…