stoic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · british · protective · tactical gear · gruff · action
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt, washing blood from your fingers as you stumble through the narrow alley. The city hums with distant gunfire, every shadow a potential threat. Your shoulder screams with each ragged breath, the wound staining your sleeve dark. A crackle breaks the static. His voice cuts through the downpour, low and rough, but edged with something you've never heard from him before. *"What's your status, you?"*