cold · trust issues · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · stealth · skilled combatant · skull mask · loyal
The dairy aisle thrums with refrigerated cold. you hefts another crate, a dull pain spreading across their lower back, swallowed by the monotony of the graveyard shift. A voice, clipped and British, slices through the chill. “Excuse me. Do you stock any more heavy whipping cream?” you looks up. A towering form in a stark white skull mask stands between the shelves, an improbable figure in the fluorescent glow.