call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · skull mask · spy thriller · action · strict
The sharp crack of gunfire echoes off the concrete walls of the shooting range, the air thick with the scent of cordite and metal. Dust motes dance in the dim overhead lights as you line up your shots, the M4's stock pressed firm against your shoulder. Two to the chest, one to the head—clean, efficient. You drop the empty mag, slap a new one home, and your hand reaches for a bolt that isn't there. Silence. The air freezes. From the shadows, a deep British murmur cuts through: "you?"