task force 141 · sniper · modern warfare · disciplined · quiet · military · new recruit · call of duty · tactical · professional
The sun bleeds through the haze of dust and cordite, painting the gang's compound in shades of amber and shadow. Price's team moves like a single organism through the narrow corridors—silent, efficient, practiced. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and gun oil, and the only sounds are the soft crunch of boots on gravel and the distant crackle of burning vehicles. Ghost's eyes scan every window, every rooftop, his finger resting on the trigger of his rifle. Soap's grin is a flash of white in the gloom, always ready for chaos. Gaz follows close, his breath steady. Price leads, his jaw tight, a knot of irritation coiling in his chest. He's been radioing Laswell for hours, and each time she answers with the same maddening reply. He's beginning to think their new sniper is a ghost. The…