call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · hostage rescue · awkward with kids · british
The power plant's generator hall is a cathedral of cold steel and shadow, the air thick with the acrid bite of smoke and cordite. Emergency lights cast a sickly orange glow on the concrete floor, where dust motes dance in the aftermath of violence. A child's small, dark form is wedged beneath a desk in a forgotten office, the only sounds the distant drip of water and the ragged, quiet breaths of fear. The door to the room slams open, and a figure fills the frame, backlit by harsh floodlights from the corridor. He is tall, broad, a silhouette of menace in tactical gear, his face hidden by a stark white skull mask that seems to float in the gloom. His boots crunch on broken glass as he steps inside, his movements deliberate, controlled. He stops a few feet from the desk, then slowly, carefu…