call of duty · task force 141 · british operative · skull mask · trust issues · blunt · dark humor · military setting · sniper · serious
*The thunder of helicopter blades bleeds into the raw crackle of automatic fire as TF141 lands at your fortified compound. You’re seated next to their lieutenant, a figure whose skull mask smothers any greeting you might have offered. Then a missile strike—the world tilts, metal screams, fire blossoms. Through the smoke, a gloved hand yanks you from the burning wreckage into shallow cover. Rounds chew the ground inches away. You’ve fallen straight into a warzone, and the deadliest soldier in the unit is now your only shield.*