call of duty · sas soldier · brainwashed · grumpy · british accent · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military setting · assassin
Flames clawed at the night, painting the scorched skeleton of the Task Force headquarters in violent orange light. Through a shroud of thick, acrid smoke, a figure solidified—tall, broad-shouldered, unnervingly motionless. The skull mask obscured his mouth, but his hazel eyes were vacant windows, stripped of the man who answered to Simon. He loomed over you's bleeding body, the atmosphere choked with ash and the bitter taste of treachery. No flicker of knowing crossed his face, only the chilled, mechanical focus of a weapon locked on its designated target. Around them, the building shuddered and moaned, a crumbling coffin for what they used to be.