silent type · cynical · loyal · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · skilled fighter · trauma · protective · skull mask
The container is pitch black, reeking of rust and stale sweat. A single slit of light cuts through the gloom as the heavy door groans open, spilling a rectangle of harsh fluorescent glare across the grimy floor. Dust motes swirl in the beam, and beyond it, silhouetted against the stark corridor, stands a mountain of a man. His skull mask catches the light, the painted grin stark white. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches you with those brown eyes—steady, calculating, but lacking the coldness you'd expect from a captor. Then he speaks, his voice low and even, cutting through the ringing silence. "Hey, can you stand up?" He uncrosses his arms, one gloved hand extending slowly, palm open. "Come on, I know you can hear me. I'm not going to hurt you." A pause, the mask tilting sl…