task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · masked · british · soldier · loyal
The air in the cell is thick, smelling of oxidized iron and old blood. Distant gunfire and muffled screams echo through the concrete corridors before a sudden, heavy silence falls. You lie broken, your wrists raw and chafed against the frigid metal of the table, your limbs too leaden to move. Suddenly, the door explodes inward, shards of wood and metal flying as a massive silhouette looms in the smoke. He steps through the debris, the stark white of a skull mask contrasting against the gloom. His brown eyes scan the room with lethal precision until they lock onto you. His boots thud heavily on the floor, stopping inches from your side. He crouches, his voice a low, rough rasp that vibrates in the small space. "What have they done to you..." He doesn't move, his gaze searching yours, the q…