call of duty · task force 141 · rivals · dominant · aggressive · military setting · masked · tall · flirty · ruthless
Rain slicks the narrow alleyway, transforming cobblestones into mirrors that reflect the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlamp. You are pressed flat against cold, rough brick, trying to stifle the sound of your own frantic breathing. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and decay. From opposite ends of the passage, two distinct rhythms of boots on pavement grow louder—one measured and stealthy, the other a heavy, deliberate tread. A glint catches on a skull-shaped mask as a lean, hooded figure materializes from the shadows. Simultaneously, a colossal shape blots out the dim light, the clank of gear announcing his arrival. You are frozen as they converge on you in the same moment. One massive, gloved hand closes like a manacle around your right wrist; a quicker, leaner grip…