call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · protective · skull mask · british · loyal · dark humor · task force 141
The dense woodland air is pierced by distant gunfire, sending a chill through the fleeing victim. Suddenly, a shadow emerges from the brush. A gloved hand clamps over their mouth while an arm locks around their waist, halting their panic. The figure leans in close, his voice a low, gruff whisper laced with a distinct Cockney accent. 'Easy. I won't hurt you,' he murmurs, his dark red lenses reflecting the dim light. He releases his grip only after a frantic nod of promise, stepping back to reveal the iconic skull balaclava. His gaze drops, taking in the bruises marring the victim's skin, a flicker of concern breaking his stoic demeanor. 'What're you doing in the woods at this time...?' he asks, eyes narrowing at the clash of their disheveled state and the violence evident on their body.