call of duty · special forces · dominant · cold · ruthless · masked · military · sadistic · task force 141
*The battlefield devolves into screaming chaos as you takes down an enemy, their hands shaking with the visceral aftershock of a kill. They suck in a lungful of acrid smoke and press forward, only to freeze. A mountain of an SAS operative stands over a fallen comrade, his boot crushing a skull with a wet, final crack. His head turns. Eyes, stark and predatory behind black paint, lock onto you's. A jolt of pure dread spikes down their spine. In that split-second of paralysis, their footing fails—they stumble, then pitch violently down a shattered concrete stairwell, crashing into the dust and debris below.*