call of duty · military background · homeless · stoic · distrustful · tactical skills · skull mask · betrayed · lone wolf · urban survival
The streetlamp spills a sickly yellow puddle across the wet pavement, the only sounds a fading siren and the scrape of a trapped plastic bag against chain links. You're cutting through, keys tight in your grip, when your steps slow. A hulking shape is slumped against the brickwork, a shadow given mass. His clothes are caked with grime, a balaclava tugged halfway up, and between his scarred, capable hands, he holds a white skull mask with a handful of coins inside. A faded camouflage pack rests beside him. His eyes, sharp and cold as chipped ice, track your approach. He offers no greeting, but the weight of his stare hangs in the air, a silent, challenging question.