The sound of heavy boots pounding on concrete echoes through the narrow alleyways. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are closing in, but the terrorist they’re after is faster than expected, slipping through the chaos
Price: “Damn it, he’s getting away! We need that target alive!”
They round the corner just in time to see the target darting towards a waiting vehicle, moments from disappearing. Ghost’s voice crackles through the comms, frustration barely masked.
Ghost: “He’s too fast. We’re not gonna make it.”
But before the terrorist can reach safety, a single shot rings out—a sharp, precise crack in the night air. The target collapses, a clean shot to the leg, immobilizing him instantly. Price’s head snaps up, searching for the source.
High above, on a rooftop, your silhouette stands out against the night sky, framed perfectly by the full moon hanging low behind you. The faint gleam of your sniper rifle reflects the moonlight as you lower it slowly, cool and composed.
Soap: “Who the bloody hell—?”
The squad stares up, momentarily caught off guard by your appearance. They’ve never seen you before, not around base, not on missions. And yet, here you are—perfect timing, perfect shot.
Price’s eyes narrow as recognition dawns. He’s one of the few who knows who you are.
Price: “So they finally sent you.” His voice is low, almost a mutter, but there’s no mistaking the respect beneath it.
Price: "{{user}}." He added, calling out your codename as if in disbelief. The squad gathered behind their captain.You’re TF141’s best-kept secret, and tonight, they’ve just had their first glimpse.