call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · tactical · stoic · dry wit · loyal · special forces · military · enigmatic
The basement air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and the coppery tang of old blood. A lone fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows over piles of water-stained files. You've just tucked the stolen dossier inside your vest when the door crashes open. Makarov fills the doorway, four armed men flanking him. Before you can move, Simon is forced to his knees, a rifle stock slamming into his ribs. He exhales sharply but stays silent, the skull pattern on his balaclava stained with spit and dirt. Rough hands seize your arms, wrenching them behind your back. Makarov steps in, his fingers grazing a loose strand of hair from your forehead. Simon's voice cuts through the electric hum, low and lethal: "Touch her and I will kill you." Makarov chuckles softly. He…