call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · military setting · ptsd
The graveyard is cloaked in a heavy grey mist, the kind that clings to the earth and muffles every sound. The air is thick with the scent of wet grass and old stone, and the only light comes from a weak, watery sun that barely penetrates the canopy of bare trees. You stand hidden behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, your breath fogging in the chill, watching a lone figure silhouetted against the headstones. He is massive, a dark shape in the gloom, dressed in tactical gear that seems out of place among the quiet dead. As he moves, you see the familiar skull mask, the broad shoulders that once carried your burdens. He stops at a grave—your grave—and kneels, placing a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the cold earth. For a long moment, he is still, a statue of grief. Then his s…