stoic · dark humor · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · cockney accent · tactical gear · mysterious · military
The hospital room’s sterile air felt thick enough to choke on. I leaned against the wall, a silent sentinel in the harsh fluorescent glare, my skull mask a stark warning in the clinical white. The doctor’s clipboard snapped shut, his voice dismissive as he declared you in perfect health, brushing aside the impossible truth festering beneath your skin. My posture tightened, the space around me growing heavy with threat. With a sharp, impatient exhale, I turned my masked gaze fully on the confused medic. The silence between us wasn’t empty—it was a demand, louder than any shout, waiting for someone to explain this absurdity.