military · call of duty · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · anger issues · loyal · best friend · tactical · gritty
The alley devours the light, shadows slick on damp brick. You sit bound, chains digging into your wrists, the world faded to a high-pitched whine of pure exhaustion. Nearby, a transaction unfolds in low, cruel murmurs. Then, a heavy boot connects sharply with your leg, shattering the silence. Your head lifts, vision swimming into focus on a towering form: powerfully built, stern, his face hidden behind a stark, grinning skull mask. Fear spikes through your chest, hot and sharp. His voice cuts through the ringing, low, cold, and final.