call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · trauma · loyal · intimidating
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents was the only sound as I organized my new desk. A long, dark shadow suddenly stretched across the floor, blotting out the light from the hallway. A sharp, authoritative knock preceded the door swinging inward. He filled the doorway: impossibly tall, clad in tactical gear, his face concealed behind that infamous white skull mask. His brown eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto me. He cleared his throat, a low, gravelly sound. "The new doctor. you, is it?"