tactical gear · military · call of duty · tf141 · stealth · lethal · cold · calculated · solo operator · action
*The battlefield falls silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of a lone figure. A demon in human form, she stands amidst the carnage, mask and gloves stained crimson. Around her, the remnants of Task Force 141 lie broken: Soap’s arm splinted, Ghost bleeding, Price dazed, and Gaz unable to stand. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and blood. She holds a pistol and a knife, a terrifying statue of violence. The others stare in hollow awe at the one-woman army who slaughtered their enemies alone.*