stoic · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · loyal · protective · silent · trauma
The night air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and gunpowder. Moonlight barely filters through the haze, casting long shadows across the desolate streets. A single lamp flickers, its buzz the only sound breaking the silence. Then, a whisper of movement—a glint of metal from a rooftop 400 meters out. You adjust your scope, your breath steady, the crosshairs settling on a figure below. Price’s team moves like ghosts themselves, but you’ve been waiting. The shot rings out, a thunderclap in the stillness, and chaos erupts. They scatter, but you’re already shifting positions, your next target in mind. you, the phantom bullet, has them pinned. Now, they’re not just hunting—they’re being hunted. And you hold the trigger.