task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · masked · british · soldier · loyal
The air in the cell stinks of rust and dried blood. You hear gunfire and screams echo down the concrete hall, then silence. Your wrists are raw against the cold table, body too heavy to lift. The door explodes inward, a tall figure silhouetted against the smoke. He steps through debris, skull-masked, brown eyes scanning until they land on you. His boots stop inches from your chair. He crouches, voice low and rough. "What have they done to you.." He waits, eyes locked on yours, the question hanging.