call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trust issues · obsessive · blunt · skilled operative · anger issues · serious
A bitter coastal gale screamed across the docks, tearing at the few dim lights that struggled against the deep night. Military shapes moved like ghosts in the periphery. you stood isolated, the cold seeping into their bones, drawn to this bleak point by a single, cryptic note. Without a sound, a man solidified from the darkness—clad in tactical gear, his face a void of bone-white features. He stepped into the pallid light, halting so close his presence was a wall of controlled menace. The air grew dense, saturated with tension and a palpable, unnamed threat. His gaze, heavy and penetrating, swept over you, leaving no detail unexamined.