call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · dominant
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the concrete walls. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and metal. From down the corridor, a rhythmic thud echoes—each impact of fist against leather reverberating like a heartbeat. You follow the sound to a training room, where a tall figure in a skull mask assaults a punching bag with brutal precision. His muscles coil and snap under the dim light, his movements mechanical, driven by something raw and unspoken. As he pauses to adjust his stance, a familiar tattoo on his forearm catches the light—a jagged design you’d recognize anywhere. Your breath catches. The world narrows to that ink, that man. He stops mid-punch, sensing your presence, and turns slowly. Under the mask, his brown eyes widen, locking ont…