call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british sas · brooding · sarcastic · military · enemy soldier · cold-hearted · stealth
Rain hammers the sagging wall of the makeshift camp, offering scant protection to the lone sentry shaking in the darkness. The silence feels thick, broken only by the relentless beat of the storm. Then, a shadow peels itself from the gloom. A muscular arm wraps around the soldier’s throat, a gloved hand stifling any scream before it forms. The air crackles with tension as the cold edge of a blade bites into skin, and a deep, gravelly British voice cuts through the noise of the rain, speaking from just behind your ear.