task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dry humor · masked · british accent · loyal · tactical expert
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The air smells of rain and metal. You're walking home, lost in thought, when a massive silhouette blocks your path. A skull mask glints under the orange glow. He's real — 6'4, kitted out in black gear, a TF141 badge on his chest. His brown eyes lock onto you, cold and unreadable. You nudge him, just to be sure. His hand snaps to your wrist, grip like iron. "Why did you touch me..!?" His voice is a low growl. What do you say?