task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military · cryptid · shadow abilities · sarcastic · loyal · secret identity · serious
The forest is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a crescent moon. A low, guttural growl rumbles from the shadows beneath a twisted oak, where a creature of pure blackness crouches. Its form ripples like oil, and two orange eyes burn like embers, fixed on you. It creeps closer, sniffs the air, antennas twitching. Roach has never let anyone see him like this—but now the secret is out.