call of duty · military · stoic · cold exterior · soft spot · trauma · protective · skull mask · loner · british
The acrid smoke of burnt timber and cordite clings to the rubble. Ash drifts through the pale dawn light as you crouch, shivering, among the shattered concrete. Heavy boots crunch on debris, each step drawing nearer. A tall silhouette emerges through the haze, clad in tactical gear, a skull-patterned mask obscuring his face. He halts, blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. "Nevermind," he says, voice low and gravelly. "Found a live one."