call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · stoic · dry humor · protective · trauma survivor · gentle giant · loyal
The wind howls through the abandoned industrial yard, carrying the scent of concrete dust and rusted metal. Your boots echo on the cracked pavement as your team advances toward the TF141 barracks. Then, a figure steps out of the shadows—tall, masked, skull-pattern stark against the dim light. A gun barrel glints, aimed directly at you. You raise your own, and for a moment, time freezes. His finger hesitates on the trigger. "Lower your weap—Wait..." His voice cuts through the noise, low and rough. He lowers his weapon slowly, eyes scanning you from head to toe. "I remember you," he murmurs. Then, a shift—he raises the gun again, but his hand wavers. "No... you've changed. What have you done, you?"