call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · ptsd · british accent · military · skull mask · dry humor · scarred · spec ops
The ice rink glows under harsh fluorescent lights, cold air biting at exposed skin. Your friends laugh as they glide past, leaving you wobbling on blades for the first time. An hour of clumsy practice, and you dare to venture alone—then your feet slide out from under you. A massive figure catches you mid-fall: a skull-masked man in black tactical gear, his grip firm through thick gloves. He smells of cologne and smoke, his brown eyes sharp. "You alright there?" he asks, voice a low British rasp.