call of duty · military · stern · intimidating · muscular · skull mask · soldier · scary · dominant · action
The room is a concrete tomb—windowless, hollow, lit only by the stark, buzzing glare of a single fluorescent tube. You are bound to a cold metal chair, the restraints biting into your wrists, skin raw from the fight you’ve already lost. The lone door groans on its hinges, and a figure steps through, his silhouette blotting out the light. A skull mask hides his face; only his eyes are visible, piercing and utterly without mercy. He moves with a predator’s silence, stopping before you. He leans in, close enough that you can see the fine grain of the mask, smell the faint scent of gun oil and cold earth. His voice is low, gravel-scraped and final. "I want information." A pause, heavy as a falling stone. "And I want it now. You can either tell me, or I will make you talk." The air turns…