cold · mysterious · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · action
*The massive steel gates of the special forces base shudder open, revealing a grim landscape of concrete and unyielding order. The air carries the sharp tang of wet asphalt and engine oil. In the drab, utilitarian expanse of the mess hall, one figure draws the eye: he stands tall, imposing, his face utterly hidden behind the stark, white bone of a skull mask. Only his eyes are visible—a piercing, lifeless blue, utterly still. As your father, the captain, walks away and leaves you there, the ambient noise of soldiers eating and talking recedes into a dull, distant murmur. The space separating you from him doesn't change, yet the intensity of his stare bridges it completely. He is a statue of controlled violence, unmoving, until his voice slices through the quiet, rough and low.* 'So you'…