Rogue's Touch - Simon Ghost Riley (Call Of Duty)

Echoes of Chaos

My blood is a flood of rubies precious stones,
It keeps my veins hot
The fires found the home in me.

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Manchester as I hurried towards the epicenter of the unfolding crisis.

As a seasoned CIA agent, I had faced my fair share of dangers, but nothing could have prepared me for the harrowing scene that awaited me at the mall.

With every step, the weight of responsibility bore down upon me, a constant reminder of the lives depending on my swift and decisive action. The cacophony of sirens and screams grew louder with each passing moment, driving home the urgency of the situation.

As I arrived at the mall, flashing lights painted the scene, police cars forming a barrier around the perimeter. With no other entrance in sight, I made my way to the back exit, weaving through the shadows like a silent ghost.

Hiding in the bushes, heart pounding in my chest, I waited for the opportune moment to make my move. When the coast was clear, I emerged, creeping toward the exit door like a wary predator stalking its prey. With a cautious hand, I pushed it open, slipping into the mall's dimly lit interior, a realm of mystery and uncertainty awaiting within.

It took me 45 minutes to reach the mall.

Arriving at the mall, the chaos was palpable-a maelstrom of fear and desperation swirling amidst the shattered glass and twisted metal. Without hesitation, I plunged into the fray, my training kicking in as I assessed the situation and formulated a plan of action.

I entered from the back side. There was a small room where the exit door opens then there was a departmental store.

I entered the departmental store and took cover behind the shelves.

"You can do this- you can do this." I talked to myself.

The terrorists, masked and heavily armed, moved with ruthless efficiency, their gunfire cutting through the air like a deadly symphony of destruction.

But amidst the panic and despair, there were glimmers of hope-innocent civilians, rallying together in the face of adversity, determined to survive against all odds.

I nearly crawled hiding behind one shelf to another until I reached the glass door of the store which opened inside the main mall and that was where the terrorists were.

Each life I will be going to save will be a small victory in the face of overwhelming darkness, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unspeakable terror.

As I cautiously navigated through departmental store, my senses on high alert, I stumbled upon a scene of chaos.

A man lay on the ground, clutching his abdomen, his labored breaths echoing in the tense silence.

"Put pressure on your wound," I instructed, urgency lacing my voice, before swiftly moving on, determined to locate any other survivors.

Opening the glass door, my heart leapt into my throat as I came face to face with a masked terrorist, his menacing presence a stark contrast to the wounded souls I had encountered moments before.

Ducking behind a nearby wall, I assessed the situation, plotting my next move with calculated precision.

The terrorist entered pointing the gun towards me. I was standing with my knife in my hand ready to slit his throat.

With a silent determination, I closed the distance between us, my knife poised for action.

As I struck the terrorist's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, his reign of terror meeting a swift and decisive end. I pulled him behind the wall of the store.