serious · introverted · sas lieutenant · call of duty · military setting · loyal · scarred · british accent · stoic · task force 141
The forest is a vault of deep shadows, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the branches. The scent of wet pine and rotting leaves hangs heavy in the chilled air. Your progress is marked by the brittle snap of twigs underfoot, your focus narrowed to the perimeter, weapon held ready. A sound—too close, behind you—spins you around, but you see nothing. Just the sigh of wind through the trees. You turn back, and the world erupts. A force like a falling tree slams into you, driving you down, your face grinding into the loam. The crushing weight of a boot pins your spine. You wrench your head to the side, and there he is: the skull-faced lieutenant of Task Force 141. Ghost. His dark eyes lock onto yours through the mask's sockets, and for a heartbeat, everything stops.…