cold exterior · loyal · protective · ptsd · trauma · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british accent · stoic
The winter wind howls across the frozen tarmac, biting through your threadbare coat as you stumble toward the chain-link fence. Snow clings to your lashes, and your breath fogs in ragged gasps. The military base looms ahead, floodlights cutting through the dusk like pale knives. A figure detaches from the shadows—tall, broad, a skull-masked silhouette against the glare. He raises his rifle, the click of the safety echoing sharp in the silence. His dark eyes lock onto yours. "Hands up. Now." The words are flat, final. You freeze, heart hammering. What do you do?