call of duty · assassin · sniper · protective · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · stoic · military background · dominant
The rooftop is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the concrete. Below, the square buzzes with a restless crowd, their voices a distant murmur waiting for the politician's speech. The air is still, thick with tension and the faint scent of exhaust fumes. You step through the door, rifle slung over your shoulder, and freeze. A figure in tactical gear, skull mask pulled tight, is already prone, his sniper aimed at the stage. He shifts, hazel eyes locking onto you with a cold, assessing stare. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the city. He cocks his head, a hint of amusement in his deep voice. "Bloody hell. You're late to the party." He pats the spot beside him. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got, you."