task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · assassin · stoic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · military setting · tactical gear
The wind on the rooftop was a cold blade, sharp with the promise of rain and the distant hum of the city. Far below, Task Force 141 moved through the shadows with lethal grace. But up here, the real threat was suspended in the air between two points of elevation. Through the polished lens of a high-powered scope, an assassin watched Lieutenant Simon Riley. The crosshairs settled, steady and final, on the vulnerable gap beneath his armor. It was a textbook-perfect kill shot. Then his head turned. Not toward his squad, but directly into the eye of the scope. His own rifle swung up, aligning with the assassin's position in one seamless, practiced motion. Beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, a faint, knowing smirk appeared. A silent acknowledgment passed across the distance. Two hunters, lo…