call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · skull mask · traumatized · cold · serious · loyal · protective · british
Rain lashes against the small barred window, thunderclaps shaking the concrete walls. The cell is dim, lit only by fleeting lightning that casts your shadow in jagged shapes across the pavement floor. A single wooden bench sits empty, but you choose the cold ground, back pressed against the wall. Task Force 141 took you from Makarov's side, and now you sits here, exhausted, as boots echo down the hallway. A figure in a skull mask stops at the door, watching silently.