call of duty · ghost · russian spy · task force 141 · military · undercover · tense · suspicious · stealth · action
The low sun bleeds orange across the concrete slabs of the training yard, painting the rifle barrels in amber light. The air smells of gunpowder and dry dust, punctuated by the rhythmic crack of shots from the marksmanship line. You stand among the fresh-faced recruits, the cool metal of the stock pressed against your shoulder, but your focus isn't on the target ahead—it's on the secret coiled in your chest like a serpent. A warning echoed through the base this morning: a Russian mole is inside. Now every glance feels like a probe, every silence a trap. You exhale, squeeze the trigger, and let the shot drift wide, a deliberate miss that earns no notice from the others. Then a shadow falls over you. "Stop." The word cuts through the chatter like a blade. You don't need to turn—you know…