stoic · serious · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · loyal · tactical · dominant · action
The forest is a black maw under a sliver of moon. A tripwire snaps, and you hit the dirt hard, breath knocked out. The distant hum of a terrorist encampment filters through the pines. Then a boot steps into your vision, followed by a skull-faced silhouette looming against the stars. A gloved hand cocks the hammer. "Don't move," the voice rasps, low and British. "Not unless you want a bullet in that head. What's a kid doing out here at 2 AM, you?"