stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · silent · british accent · trauma
Pale morning light filters through the dusty front window of your flower shop, painting the buckets of lilies and roses in watery gold. You're struggling with the stubborn lock when a low, deliberate cough cuts through the quiet. You turn. Two figures stand in the doorway—one tall and broad-shouldered, his face concealed behind a stark skull mask; the other a bearded man in a cap. The masked one speaks, his voice a graveled rasp. "you." Your name hangs in the still air, dense with unspoken grief. What do they want?