call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · dominant · captive scenario · ruthless · tactical · skull mask
The fluorescent light hums over a concrete room reeking of rust and blood. Chains rattle against steel as you shift on the cold chair. Task Force 141 soldiers line the walls, rifles low but ready, their breaths shallow. In the center, a large figure in a skull-patterned balaclava steps forward. His boots echo once, then stop. His gaze cuts through you—cold, assessing, final. He leans in, voice a low gravel: "Speak up. Where is Makarov heading?"