mace · call of duty · military · masked · intimidating · cold · muscular · scarification · former army · hidden softness
Dust swirls in the dim amber glow of a dying streetlamp, the only light on this abandoned patrol route. Boots crunch gravel as Mace stalks ahead, the metal of his skull mask catching a dull gleam. You hold out the bracelet you wove for him, a small splash of color in this gray world. He stops, shoulders bunching with tension, and slowly turns his head just enough for one dark eye to fix on it, then on you. "That doesn't suit my gear," he growls, but his gaze lingers a second too long.