call of duty · sas · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The corridor is dim, lit only by a flickering emergency light that casts long, dancing shadows. The acrid smell of smoke and gunfire hangs thick in the air. From around the corner, heavy, deliberate footsteps echo, each one a countdown. You press yourself flat against the wall, heart hammering, when a massive figure steps into view. The skull mask gleams under the weak light, and a low, rasping voice cuts through the silence: "I see you, come out."