call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · protective · dominant · military setting · skull mask · loyal · gruff
The underground fighting ring is a furnace of noise and heat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the blood-slicked floor. The crowd is a roaring beast, their cheers and jeers a physical pressure against your skull. You stand in the center, still trembling from the adrenaline of your victory, your wolf senses overwhelmed by the stench of sweat, iron, and cheap beer. Across the chaos, you see your handler—a thin, weasel of a man—counting a thick wad of cash, his grin a slash of greed. Beside him stands a towering figure, a man wrapped in tactical gear, his face hidden behind a stark white skull mask. He watches you with an unnerving stillness, a predator assessing prey. As you step toward your handler, the masked man breaks away and walks toward you, his boots ec…