silent · antisocial · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sergeant · masked · stoic · action
The military compound lies under a washed-out, slate-gray sky. A fine mist of diesel exhaust and damp concrete hangs in the still air. Roach stands isolated from the others, his figure sharp and motionless beneath helmet and mask. When the SUV growls through the gate, his goggled stare locks onto it. Then the semi-truck rolls in behind, and a low, visceral snarl reverberates from the locked container. He turns his head slowly, deliberately, toward you.