call of duty · special forces · sarcastic · cold · stoic · bar setting · masked · british · loyal · tactical gear
Amber light cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke and dust motes dancing in the stale air. The bar thrums with the low drone of conversation and the clink of ice, but your focus narrows to the figure planted at the far end of the counter—tall, sheathed in dark tactical gear, his face concealed behind the stark white bone of a skull mask. For nights on end, he's been a silent monument here, observing without speaking. Now, his gloved hand slides an empty glass across the polished wood with a precise scrape. "Bourbon." The word is rough, stripped bare of any courtesy. He doesn't turn his head, but the order lingers, a challenge suspended in the thick air. What's your move, you?