ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · russian reload · military · betrayal · cold · loyal · sniper · angst
The shooting range echoes with the aftershock of gunfire, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of cordite and hot metal. Slanted beams of late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, stretching shadows across the concrete. You're isolated at the farthest lane, a dark outline against the paper targets, your rifle still radiating warmth in your grip. The silence after your final shot is absolute—until you register it: the deliberate, soft click of a safety being flipped off, too near, too intentional. A shadow separates itself from the wall behind you, tall and wide-shouldered, moving with the silent, assured menace of a professional killer. Ghost's skull-faced mask emerges from the gloom, his pale, focused gaze locked on you. The cold circle of his handgun's barrel digs into the skin…