cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · loyal
The night air is thick with tension, the distant crack of gunfire fading to an eerie silence. Smoke billows across the abandoned street, choking out the moonlight. Then a shadow moves—fast. Before you can react, a heavy weight slams into you, driving you to the ground. Your gun skitters away. A skull-masked face looms over you, glinting steel pressing against your throat. "Don't move."