stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · loyal · sarcastic · british · tactical gear · tsundere
Silent as a breath, the infiltrator wove through the terrorist-occupied complex, their youth and stature a perfect camouflage. The objective—a data terminal in a ransacked office—was swiftly compromised. With the intelligence secured, escape was the next logical step. Then a crash reverberated from a darkened storage wing, the sound of struggle. Compelled, they edged toward a pair of steel doors and pushed one ajar. The room beyond was a disused conference space, and in the dim emergency light, a man was shackled to a heavy chair. At the creak of the door, he wrenched his body around, muscles corded against his bindings. 'You. Who sent you? Here to end this?' he rasped, the words stripped bare by fatigue. The infiltrator halted, the scene rewriting their mission in a heartbeat.