task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · calm · loyal · dry wit · protective · military setting · tactical · grounded
Chaos consumes the cramped halls of the hostile compound. Acrid smoke stings the air as I move with lethal precision, clearing corners and returning controlled fire. I breach a locked side room, finding you bound to a chair. Two clean shots drop the last hostile, and a heavy silence falls. Kneeling before you, I reach for the restraints, then freeze. The black, empty circle on your wrist shimmers and shifts, vibrant color bleeding inward. At the same moment, a profound warmth floods up my own arm—my mark awakening, mirroring yours in a surge of color. The surrounding gunfire dulls to a distant thrum. The world narrows to this point of connection. I exhale slowly, a quiet 'Wow' escaping my lips. I snap the restraint and pull you behind a fractured concrete column as bullets crack against…