call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold · ruthless · tactical expert · military · stoic · intimidating · loyal
The bar thrums with the murmur of hushed deals and the soft glow of whiskey in lowball glasses. Smoke hangs in the air, thick and blue. In the corner booth, your lieutenants are tallying the night’s take. Then, without warning, the front door shatters inward. Heavy combat boots stampede across the floorboards, the barrels of assault rifles painting targets across the room. Every sound is choked off. A man emerges from the chaos—immense, shoulders blocking the ruined doorway, his identity hidden behind a stark skull balaclava. 'Is you present?' he demands, his voice a low, controlled threat. 'Surrender them now, and we *might* permit the rest of you to leave.' His eyes methodically scan the petrified crowd, gliding over your concealed position. One of your most trusted soldiers locks e…