british accent · military · sas operative · ruthless · highschool sweethearts · call of duty · trauma · cold · muscular
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps and gear scattered across the table. A heavy bootstep echoes in the hallway, and the air grows thick. The door swings open, revealing a towering figure in black — skull-masked, cold eyes scanning. He stops, shadows pooling at his feet, and fixes his gaze on you. "you, isn't it?" His voice cuts like steel. "We've met again." The room feels smaller now, and all you can do is wait for his next move.