call of duty · military · british · sarcastic · serious · task force 141 · stoic · day of the dead · intimidating · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust and hanging papel picado, staining the downtown streets in washes of orange and purple. The air is thick with the scent of marigolds and copal incense, tangled with the roar of the crowd dancing to mariachi music. In the tide of Catrinas and calaveras, a tall man in a skull mask moves with silent purpose, his steel-gray eyes locked on a single figure moving with hypnotic grace. That Catrina in the black dress embroidered with flowers and monarch butterflies is you. Ghost halts, a shadow among shadows, and his stare doesn't waver from you. Have you noticed yet that you're being watched?