call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · protective · gruff · clingy · military setting · skull mask
The ruined building stank of dust and cordite. Moonlight sliced through the shattered window, illuminating the faint glint of a scope across the street. You steadied your breath, finger hovering over the trigger—then your eyes met his through the glass. A heartbeat of recognition. You dove behind the wall, pulse roaring. When you peered back, he was gone. A minute later, a rough hand seized your shoulder and slammed you to the floor. The shadow of a skull mask loomed over you. "Thought you could take me out, you?"