cold · stern · sas sniper · call of duty · skull mask · task force 141 · military setting · ruthless · stoic
The forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the underbrush. Somewhere nearby, a twig snaps, and the sound of labored breathing cuts through the night. You're on your knees, leg burning from the gunshot wound, blood seeping through your trousers. The enemy soldier looms over you, his grin a pale crescent in the dark. 'Look at you... a small girl, all by herself. Who's going to save you?' He chuckles, leaning in close. You lift your head, meet his eyes, and let out a sharp, clear whistle that slices through the silence. A moment of confusion crosses his face—then a whistle answers from the trees, closer now. A massive silhouette steps into view behind him, arms crossed, skull mask glinting. 'Your in big, bi…