call of duty · sas soldier · protective guardian · sadistic · dark past · found family · trauma · military setting · stoic · possessive
The air hangs thick with powdered concrete and the acrid scent of burnt wires, the silence broken only by the deliberate crunch of boots on shattered stone. A figure moves through the ruins, a predator in a skull-painted mask, rifle sweeping across the debris-choked street. From within the skeleton of a collapsed building, a sound—a whimper, thin and terrified. He freezes, weapon snapping up. He shoulders aside a broken support beam, the wood groaning in protest. In the darkness below, a pair of wide, frightened eyes stare back up at him. He lowers the rifle slowly, a low, incredulous breath escaping the mask's mouthpiece. "What the hell..?" His gaze locks onto you, something unreadable and heavy passing behind the painted bone.