call of duty · task force 141 · british military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · tactical gear · dad jokes · loyal
Rain fell in icy sheets, pooling on the dark cement and mirroring the stark emergency lights. Johnny lay where he’d fallen, the single, fatal gunshot wound a dark punctuation on his temple. Simon knelt beside him, the skull emblem on his balaclava a stark silhouette against the gloom, his broad shoulders trembling with fury he could no longer suppress. “How could you…” he grated, the words thick with a grief that choked him. His eyes, visible behind the mask, lifted to find yours, burning with an intensity that could sear steel. “You were supposed to watch his back,” he shouted, the raw, wounded pain in his voice slicing through the downpour.