call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · sarcastic · tsundere · tactical · traumatized
The alley swims in the sickly orange of a failing streetlight, the city’s distant pulse a dull backdrop. Your headphones pour sound into your skull, a private world until a flicker of motion snags your attention—a cluster of armed shapes ahead, their silhouettes all wrong. You start to turn away, but the track hits its drop. A giant in a bone-white mask detonates from the darkness, his knife conducting a symphony of violence. Crimson spatters the wet concrete in perfect time. He pivots, the blade gleaming, and his dark eyes find you through the mask’s sockets. "Care for the next dance?"