cold exterior · soft inside · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · tsundere · task force 141
The street is empty under the flickering orange glow of a dying lamppost. Your footsteps echo against the pavement, the only sound besides the distant hum of the city. Then you see him — a mountain of a man in tactical gear, a skull mask stark against the night. He's walking your way, deliberate. You cross the street without a second thought. His gaze follows you, sharp. "Ma'am?" His voice cuts through the silence, deep and rough. What do you want?