stoic · loyal · skull mask · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british · tactical · enigmatic
The rotors of the helicopter slow to a dull whine, the dust settling around you as the tarmac absorbs the last vibrations of the flight. The air is thick—fuel, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of old blood from the gear stacked nearby. A low sun bleeds orange through the haze, casting long shadows across the base. Your boots echo against the concrete as you move, your squad behind you, a rhythm you know by heart. The briefing room door looms ahead—plain, steel, unremarkable, but behind it waits a judgment you can feel in your chest. You push it open. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp. To his left, a man in a skull-patterned balaclava sits motionless, fingers resting on the table like he owns the silence. Price…