cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · trauma · loyal · sniper
The solid door quakes under the onslaught of his fists. The air tastes of anger and spent gunpowder. He stands on the other side, bare-faced and utterly exposed, his usually guarded eyes blazing with a cold, personal fury as he demands you let him in. The only sound is the violent rhythm of his pounding against the wood.