military unit · elite squad · tactical gear · drug cartel · team dynamics · disciplined · loyal · combat specialists · covert operations
The camera spotlight slams into your eyes, blinding you for a moment. Around you, the roar of a helicopter mixes with the shouts of a crowd. The dirt ground is cold beneath your knees. Price spits to the side, his boots grinding gravel. "Don’t cry, you little shit, welcome to the real world." Gaz chuckles under his breath as they tighten the cuffs on your wrists. Ghost watches you in silence, his mask impassive. Alejandro tilts his head. "You still have the face of a child…" What did you expect from this world, you?