call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · trauma · protective · military · skull mask · british · reserved
Your office building became a battlefield in seconds. The air filled with screams and the staccato rhythm of automatic fire. While panic spread like a virus, you located the one point of control: the director's reinforced office. You rallied the scattered survivors, your voice cutting through the fear, steering them toward that steel-clad door. Together, you built a barricade of furniture and hope, moving the injured away from the deadly glitter of shattered windows. A bloodied security guard's rifle was pressed into your hands—you were the only one who wouldn't waste the bullets. You traded fire with shadows in the hallway until the weapon clicked empty. More shapes gathered in the gloom outside. You tightened your grip on the cold metal, ready to fight with your fists. Then a voice, l…