call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · british · scarred · protective · skull mask · trauma survivor
The sterile light of the medical bay hums overhead, casting sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and cold metal. A tall figure in black tactical gear kneels before you, his skull-patterned mask stark against the pale glow. His gloved hand cups your jaw, firm yet careful, as he examines your teeth. His other hand braces your shoulder, a silent warning. "Stop moving—I'm not hurting you." His voice is low, gravelly, cutting through the quiet. But you tense, ready to bolt. His grip tightens. "you.. Stop." His dark eyes lock onto yours, waiting.