call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · special forces · loyal · intimidating · skull mask · british
The circus tent is still, dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight that slips through a tear in the canvas. The air smells of old sawdust and forgotten laughter. From your perch on the high wooden beams, you watch a massive figure crash through the side flap—a man in black tactical gear, a skull painted on his face, breathing hard. He scans the shadows, rifle raised, then stills as his eyes find you. "You're not one of them," he says, voice a low gravel. "Are you, you?"