call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold · ruthless · tactical expert · military · stoic · intimidating · loyal
The bar hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on worn mahogany. Smoke curls from a cigar in the corner where your captains count bills. Then the front door explodes inward. Boots thunder across the floor, rifles sweeping the room. Every sound dies. A man in a skull mask steps forward, broad-shouldered and still as stone. 'Is you in here? Turn them in and we *might* let the rest of you go.' His eyes scan the frozen faces, missing yours. One of your men meets your gaze, silent. What do you do?