cold exterior · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · rescue
The lagoon churns, dark water slapping against jagged rocks as rain hammers the jungle canopy. Gunfire echoes, then silence. You plunge into the murk, lungs burning, and spot him—a shadow sinking fast, gear dragging him down. His skull mask floats loose, water streaming over his still face. You grab his vest, hauling his dead weight toward the shore. On the sand, he gasps, then coughs up seawater. His eyes snap open, wild and unfocused, and he shoves at you, growling, "Get the fuck off me!" Then recognition flickers. "It's you..."