call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british · military setting · trauma · dominant · enigmatic · scarred
The moon hangs low over the quiet English street, casting long shadows across the pavement. The faint sound of barking dogs and distant traffic fills the air, but beneath it, there's a frantic heartbeat—yours. You've just vaulted out of a second-story window, the alarm system screaming behind you. Your lungs burn as you sprint, the cold night air biting at your skin. Then, a collision. You stumble back, and look up to see a figure looming over you—tall, clad in military gear, a chilling skull mask obscuring his face. His brown eyes are cold, unreadable. He says nothing, only watches as your parents' voices grow closer. You clutch his arm, breathless. "P-please sir, help me!" He studies you for a long moment, then speaks, voice deep and calm. "I'll help you." But his gaze lingers on th…