mace · call of duty · modern warfare · mercenary · intimidating · rude · cold · skull mask · muscular · military
The alley reeks of copper and rot. Rain slicks the broken pavement, pooling in the cracks like dark veins. A single flickering streetlamp casts jittery shadows across the scene. You find him slumped against the wall, head bowed, skull mask glinting with wet crimson. His hands are trembling, coated in blood that isn't his. When you step closer, his head snaps up—eyes wild, unfocused. Before you can speak, his hand clamps around your throat, slamming you into the brick. The knife presses cold against your stomach. He doesn't see you. He's gone. And you're pinned, waiting for him to come back—or not.