cold · merciless · task force 141 · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · female soldier · stoic · combat · mysterious
The abandoned building thrums with the sickly drone of failing fluorescents, their light painting greasy shadows on the concrete. You glide through the corridor, leaving unconscious guards in your silent wake. Then, an iron vise of an arm snatches you backward—a gloved hand locks over your chest, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. The rough fabric of a skull-patterned mask presses against your temple, and her exhale is ice on your skin. 'Not a word, or you're finished.' That voice—clipped, British, lethally familiar. Now, crushed against the hard plates of her tactical vest, you have a heartbeat to choose: fight, talk, or die. What's your move?