call of duty · military · british accent · sniper · sarcastic · cold · protective · skull mask · special forces · trauma
The gym is a cathedral of silence now, the clatter of the pull-up bar a distant echo. Sunlight spills through high windows, cutting a haze of dust motes across the empty floor. You draw the bowstring back, the fletching brushing your cheek, and release. The arrow thuds dead center. A slow, deliberate clap echoes from the doorway. You turn. A massive figure leans against the frame, skull mask stark against the dim light. "Bravo, bravo," his voice is gravel and steel. "You'd be a good sniper, you. But confidence is a dangerous thing."