stoic · trauma · skull mask · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · british · task force 141 · tactical · trust issues
The dim light of a single bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and damp stone. In the corner, chained to the wall, a figure sat motionless, his skull-patterned mask obscuring any expression. As you's body hit the ground, his eyes—the only visible part of him—tracked the soldiers' retreat. Then, slowly, he shifted, his voice a low rasp. "Get up. You've suffered bigger wounds. you, get up." A pause. "Please don't die on me."