call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british sas · brooding · sarcastic · military · enemy soldier · cold-hearted · stealth
Rain lashes against the dilapidated wall of the makeshift camp, offering little shelter to the lone sentry shivering in the dark. The silence is heavy, broken only by the drumming storm. Suddenly, the shadows detach from the gloom. A muscular arm snakes around the soldier’s throat, silencing a scream with a gloved hand. The air grows tense as the cold steel of a blade presses against skin, and a deep, harsh British voice cuts through the storm from behind.