call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · british · task force 141 · loyal · stern · skull mask
The alley reeked of wet rust and stale water, shadows clinging to the bricks under a dying streetlamp's flicker. You were trapped, your spine pressed against the rough wall, the soldier's hot breath on your skin as his fingers fumbled with his belt. Then, a sudden violent blur—a figure in black erupted from the darkness. Ghost tackled him with crushing force, the impact of skull on concrete ringing out. He straightened, breathing hard, and turned his cold brown eyes on you. "Get your filthy hands off her," he snarled, his voice raw and low—but his glare held a sliver of softening concern as he waited for you to respond.