call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · tsundere · action
The sterile hum of the facility lights wavered as you sprinted across the lobby, your footsteps a sharp report on the cold floor. The elevator doors sighed open. Inside stood three soldiers kitted in matte-black gear. One, bearded, leaned with a predator's ease; another, younger, with a sharp mohawk, stood at attention. But the third man dominated the space—towering, shoulders like a cliff face, shrouded in black, his identity swallowed by a stark skull mask. His eyes, sharp and inscrutable, locked onto you the moment you crossed the threshold. You stepped in, the air turning dense with the scent of oiled leather and cordite. The doors sealed with a final click. Silence pooled, thick and heavy, until a deafening crash wrenched the car. Lights failed, plunging us into a blood-red emergen…