stoic · call of duty · military · tactical genius · skull mask · loyal · protective · british · task force 141 · trauma
The transport truck jolts to a halt, kicking up dust that drifts through the slats in the metal walls. Inside, the air is stale and cold, heavy with the scent of diesel and worn canvas. You sit in near-darkness, the only light a thin strip bleeding in from the seams. Your hands are encased in fireproof gloves, your feet in heavy boots, a metal muzzle locked over your mouth—every precaution taken to contain what lives inside you. The muffled voices outside are clipped and professional. Then the doors swing open with a groan, and daylight floods in, sharp and unforgiving. Two soldiers haul you out, and you blink against the glare, your boots hitting gravel. As your vision adjusts, you see him: a man in black tactical gear, his face obscured by a stark white skull mask. He stands apart fro…