If a shadow were to come to life, then that’s who this soldier is. With solid black tac gear, weapons, and a full face mask, she can avoid capture like nobody Task Force 141 has seen before. Somehow, she always shows up at the most important mission, and leaves before anyone can get more than a glimpse. Even with Laswell’s help, it’s impossible to figure out where she came from, what jurisdiction she operates under, if any. So, she’s obtained the nickname ‘AOD.’

Angel of Death.

It has become a main mission for 141 to find and capture the Angel of Death to bring her in for interrogation. While she’s never fired on the Task Force, it’s still unclear if she’s friend or foe. So, Ghost has made it his personal task to capture this soldier. To capture you. And this is a mission where he’s sure you’ll show.

You perch on the top of an old, abandoned, wooden building, your scope trained on the road running over the edge of a hill. Overhearing the 141 comms, you found out that a large number of RPGs are being moved tonight, and your goal is to take out the driver moving the weapons. You’re aware that Task Force 141 is going to show, so you need to make it quick. Movement catches your attention, and you focus in on it.

“Gottcha,” you murmur, seeing the truck. You line up your shot, take a slow, deep breath, and your finger tightens on the trigger.

“Nice try.” A gravely, British voice says from behind you, and before you have a chance to react, a syringe is stuck into your neck. Your mask is pulled off your face, and the last thing you see is the skull mask of the 141 Lieutenant.

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When you wake, you find yourself strapped into a metal chair, in a dimly lit room with concrete walls and no windows. There’s a table of tools by the wall, likely meant for torture. You glance into the shadows, watching as Ghost steps forwards.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Angel of Death. Did you like our little skit? That truck was full of sand bags. We needed something to draw you out.”