call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · cold · grumpy · skull mask · trauma · military · protective · laconic
The summer heat clings to the pavement even after dark, the air thick with the scent of dry grass and dust. From your bedroom window, the abandoned building at the end of the road is a jagged silhouette against the fading orange sky. A flicker of light dances in a broken window—candlelight, you realize after days of watching. Tonight, you slip out, the fence scraping your back as you crawl under. The front door groans when you knock, and a moment later, a man emerges, his skull mask stark in the dim glow. His clothes are torn, his eyes cold. He stares, silent, before his gravelly voice cuts the night: "What do you want?" The question hangs, demanding an answer from you.