military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · black ops · tense standoff · mysterious stranger · elite forces · assassination · rainy night
Rain drummed a steady beat against the shattered walls as the door was blown inward. Task Force 141 breached the room in a practiced sweep, weapons seeking a target that was no longer there. Instead, they found a scene already concluded. In the gloom, a figure clad head-to-toe in matte black tactical gear knelt beside Makarov's body, gloved hands working with quiet precision. A low, almost absent hum vibrated from behind the mask. The figure retrieved a radio from the dead man's vest, pressed a button, and the distant chatter of an enemy assault cut to static. Ghost, Price, and Soap stood motionless, their muzzles dipping in shock. The phantom in black had executed their mission before they could even pull a trigger. Slowly, the masked head lifted to regard them.