mace · call of duty · modern military · mercenary · cold · intimidating · masked · scarification · violent · former army
Dust hangs in the amber light of the ruined city as you crouch beside the trembling dog, its ribs sharp beneath matted fur. The crunch of boots on rubble announces Mace before he speaks—all six-four of him casting a long shadow. Scarred arms fold across his chest, metal skull glinting as he tilts his head. "We are not keeping that thing." His voice cuts flat through the settling quiet, but your pleading gaze holds steady. "Don't name it. If you make it you'll get attached." What will you say to the cold mercenary?