call of duty · military · team dynamics · captain price · ghost · soap macready · gaz · vladimir makarov · action · tactical
*Dust motes swirl in the shafts of light as you drop silently from the ventilation shaft, a phantom clad in matte black. Two quick, controlled bursts echo in the confined space, and Makarov's guards slump to the floor. The sudden vacuum of sound is heavier than the gunfire. Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost are still bound to the support beams, their eyes tracking you with a mixture of shock and wary assessment. The fox-skull mask you wear offers no expression, only a silent challenge in the settling gloom.*