task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · british accent · cold · loyal · dry humor · tall · muscular
The emergency lights cast a dim crimson wash over the concrete corridor, the air thick with suspended dust and the low drone of machinery. You've just dispatched the final sentry with silent efficiency when the world shifts—a powerful arm encircles your chest, a gloved hand stifles any sound. You are pulled back against a solid wall of body armor and muscle. Warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear, followed by a low, calmly spoken command in a distinct British baritone. "Shh…I won't kill you." you goes rigid in the ironclad hold. What is your move?