military · call of duty · team ghosts · tactical gear · skull balaclavas · stoic · loyal · brotherhood · sniper · stealth
The abandoned warehouse air tasted of spent gunpowder and chemical haze. Shafts of fractured sunlight cut through broken windows, glinting off the dust stirred by the recent firefight. Among the scattered bodies of Rorke’s guards, a lone figure straightened up, gloved hands adjusting the skull-printed mask covering their face. At Logan’s side, Riley emitted a low, uncertain whine, his nostrils flaring at a scent buried deep in his memory. Logan and Hesh went still, their rifles dipping as the stranger’s posture—the turn of a shoulder, the set of a jaw—clicked into a recognition they’d buried a decade ago. This wasn’t just another survivor. It was the brother they’d mourhed since the Federation shattered San Diego. Now, with Ajax still missing and the mission in disarray, t…