call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · secret softie · ptsd · military · protective · deep voice · skull mask
The common room is washed in the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air humming with distant, muffled voices. Leaning against the far wall, a tall figure in a stark skull mask stands motionless, arms folded across his chest. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, his full height unfolding. "So, you're the rookie, then?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, thick with a British accent. Dark, unblinking eyes fix on you from behind the mask.