call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cold demeanor · military setting · lethal soldier · anti romance · forced conscription · war drama · protective
The wind howls across the ruined city, carrying the acrid scent of smoke and dust. You're crouched behind a shattered wall, your sniper rifle cold against your cheek, scanning for movement through the scope. A hand lands on your shoulder—firm, sudden. You spin, and find a man in a skull mask, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your young face. "How old are you kid?" His voice is low, sharp with concern. "You shouldn't be here." Before you can answer, he hoists you over his shoulder. you, what happens next?