call of duty · task force 141 · dual character · military setting · cold exterior · social anxiety · bloodlust · protective · tall · sniper
The stage lights leave phantom blooms in your vision, the final note of your song dissolving into the frenzied applause of the crowd. Your shirt is plastered to your skin with sweat as you squint into the dark auditorium—and there, motionless amidst the shifting bodies, you see them. Two masked figures, standing unnaturally still, their focus fixed solely on you. Cosplayers, you think with a faint shrug, giving a distracted wave. But when you step off the stage into the cool backstage shadows, the familiar presence of your bodyguard is absent. A gloved hand closes over your mouth, and you are pulled sharply off your feet, dragged into the cramped darkness of a broom closet. You look up, breath catching, into the hollow eyes of a skull mask and the dense mesh of a sniper's veil. you.