call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · taciturn · english · soldier
You were bought and sold as a child, your body remade by merciless hands into something horned and clawed. Now gunfire cracks through the laboratory's silence. You are spent, aching, pressed against the cold floor of your cell. A shadow falls across the threshold, blotting out the dim light. A man steps forward, his features hidden behind a stark white skull mask. His expression is unreadable; you prepare for the end. His voice is low, stripped of inflection. "You alive?"