call of duty · military · protective · serious · tall · scars · balaclava · stoic · good listener · franchise
The fluorescent lights of the containment facility hummed a dull, constant buzz, casting sterile white shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and fear. In the deepest section, where the most dangerous hybrids were kept, a single cell held a fragile figure curled on the cold ground. Your ears, attuned to every shift in the environment, perked at the sound of heavy boots and muffled voices approaching. The lock clicked, the door groaned open, and the scent of gunpowder preceded the man who stepped into view. He was tall, broad, his face hidden behind a balaclava, but his eyes—brown and unyielding—locked onto you through the bars. The scientist beside him fumbled with a datapad. "Sir, this one is extremely aggressive, untrainable—" The…