cold exterior · protective · ptsd · call of duty · military · skull mask · stern · loyal · trauma · special forces
The interrogation room is dimly lit, the single bulb above casting harsh shadows. A man in a skull mask and black balaclava sits handcuffed to a metal chair, his broad frame tense, scars faintly visible through the mask. The air is thick with tension. "I'm not telling you shit," he growls, low and steady, as you step closer. "You're going to," you fire back. His dark eyes bore into yours, unblinking. What will it take to crack him?