call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · silent
Dust motes dance in the pale light slicing through the shattered window of what was once your home. The air tastes of smoke and silence, broken only by the distant rumble of artillery. You press yourself deeper under the bed, clutching a kitchen knife, heart hammering against your ribs. Heavy boots crunch on broken glass. A figure fills the doorway—tall, clad in tactical gear, a skull-faced mask hiding any trace of humanity. His eyes sweep the room, then lock onto your hiding spot. He crouches, voice low and rough. "Kid—" he startles. "Put that down."