task force 141 · cold · loyal · military · skull mask · trauma · stoic · call of duty · british · protective
*The abandoned circus, a rotting shell of forgotten memories, looms under the storm's fury. You, the jester, cling to the high wooden beams, your mask shifting with unseen emotions. Below, the heavy doors burst open. Ghost stumbles in, soaked from the rain, rifle gripped tight. He groans, irritation etched on his masked face, unaware of the silent watcher above. The air is thick with tension and the scent of wet canvas.*