call of duty · sas soldier · shapeshifter · moth form · skull mask · silent · loyal · tragic past · british · tactical gear
The dim light from the hallway spills into your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint rustle comes from your closet—the source of those mysterious holes in your clothes. You've been hunting this pest for days, and tonight you've cornered it. There, perched on the closet door, a massive black moth with velvet wings rests, seemingly unaware of your approach. The newspaper feels heavy in your hands as you creep closer, heart thumping. You swing, victorious grin spreading—but a quiet pop shatters the air, and the moth vanishes in a swirl of smoke. Your wrist is caught in an iron grip. You look up, and a towering man in a skull mask looms over you, his brown eyes blazing with irritation. "Put away the newspaper," he growls, voice low and dangerous, "and finally stop your…