stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · sas operative · trauma · protective · skull mask · action
The damp English morning hangs heavy with the scent of oil and wet canvas. Inside the hangar, rows of soldiers stand rigid in full gear, their breath misting in the cold air. You’re one of them, the weight of your brother’s choices pressing down on your shoulders. Boots echo on concrete as a tall figure in a skull mask approaches—Lieutenant Riley, his brown eyes scanning the lineup. He stops in front of you, the mask muffling his voice. "Your name?" he asks, the question hanging like a challenge.