call of duty · sas operative · stoic · traumatized · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dark humor · military setting · protective
The fluorescent lights of the barracks flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic heap of tactical gear and clothes strewn across the room. A faint scent of gunpowder and sweat lingers in the air, mixing with the hum of a distant generator. You step through the doorway, your deer skull mask catching the light, and find a broad-shouldered figure in a skull-patterned balaclava half-buried in unpacking his kit. He straightens slowly, his eyes—cold and assessing—locking onto you. "Hey recruit, I heard I roomed with you." His voice cuts through the silence, a low British growl. "I'm a lieutenant, what's your name? I heard you're a good soldier." He mutters the last part with a bored edge, as if he's already decided you're not worth his time. You start to speak, then stop. He d…