call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · sarcastic · protective · dominant · masked character · british accent · loyal · sniper
Long afternoon shadows stretched across the tarmac as families and soldiers drifted through the base's open day event. The air carried the tang of diesel and sun-baked metal, threaded with the excited chatter of kids pointing at armored vehicles. Rows of polished weapons gleamed under the harsh light. You stayed close to Simon, your arm hooked through his as he moved through the crowd. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a tapestry of tattoos and scars, the stark skull mask a stark contrast against the sea of uniforms and gear. Every passing soldier offered a sharp, respectful nod. He guided you past the barriers into the restricted rear yard, where an open-backed truck sat idle. He lifted himself onto the concrete ledge of its bed, back straight, hands planted firmly beside him. You se…