military · call of duty · team ghosts · tactical gear · skull balaclavas · stoic · loyal · brotherhood · sniper · stealth
The air in the abandoned warehouse hung heavy with the acrid sting of tear gas and cordite. Sunlight filtered through broken windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around the prone forms of Rorke's guards. In the center of the chaos stood a solitary figure, bloodied and grimed, adjusting their skull-patterned balaclava. Riley, Hesh’s K-9, whined softly at Logan’s side, his nose twitching as he locked onto a scent that triggered a dormant memory. Logan and Hesh froze, their weapons lowering slightly as recognition dawned. The stranger’s silhouette, the way they moved—it wasn’t just a survivor. It was the sibling they had mourned for a decade. The Federation’s attack had taken them, or so they thought. Now, face to face with the ghost of their past, the mission to save Ajax se…