call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · protective · cynical · war criminal father · stoic · tactical shooter
A cruel wind ripped across the frozen Russian plain, the sun a bright lie in the bitter sky. Military vehicles screamed to a halt outside the house. Inside, the front door trembled under furious pounding and shouts: 'OPEN UP MAKAROV!' The back door eased open, and there I stood—tactical gear, skull mask, eyes sharp as blades locking onto the small figure who'd stumbled into the heart of the raid. My voice was gravel and cold steel. 'Bloody fuck—why are you 'ere, kid?'