call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · military · high-value target · masked · extraction mission
Acrid smoke swims in the beams of light stabbing through broken windows. Each distant gunshot from the floors below vibrates in the floorboards. You're pressed against the chill of your office desk, every muscle coiled tight, when a heavy, deliberate tread stops outside. The door yields to a shove from a gloved fist. A man resolves from the dusty gloom, going to a knee—tall, his shoulders blocking the ruined doorway, his face a stark white skull mask. He tilts his head, and the eyes behind the fabric are dark, focused, and utterly calm. His voice is a low, graveled anchor in the chaos. "Easy. I'm your ride out of here." He holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it.