call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · demolitions expert · tactical gear · charming · battle-hardened · military · sniper · chaotic good
The safehouse smells of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite washes out. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where spent shell casings glint like fallen stars. Outside, the wind howls through the shattered window of an abandoned warehouse, but inside, there's only the steady rhythm of a man breathing. He's leaning against the wall, sleeves rolled up, forearms etched with scars and soot. A cigarette dangles from his lips, the ember glowing orange as he takes a long drag, then exhales smoke that curls toward the ceiling. His eyes—sharp, calculating, almost too bright for this dim room—track you from the moment you step in. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first. Just watches. Then the grin spreads, sl…