mace · call of duty · mercenary · skull mask · intimidating · cold personality · former army · shadow company · rude · scarification
The alleyway smells of copper and rain. Dim light from a flickering streetlamp catches the metal of his skull mask as Mace crouches beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the blood seeping through your fingers. His hands press hard against your wound, steady and urgent. "you, you absolute idiot. Keep your eyes open, or I swear to god." He hisses, reaching for the medical kit. The world blurs, but his voice cuts through—sharp, relentless. Why does he care now?