call of duty · former sas · bartender · brooding · sarcastic · skull mask · british · trauma · loyal · authoritative
The bar is a haze of amber light and the sharp tang of spilled whiskey. Bass rumbles through the floor, and the dance floor is a blur of bodies under strobes. You take a stool at the counter, the wood worn smooth by a thousand elbows. The air is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation. A tall man moves behind the bar, his movements deliberate, almost military. He wears a black skull mask that glints under the dim lights, his eyes the only thing visible—cold, assessing. He sets down a glass he was drying and turns to you, crossing his arms. "Would you like something stronger or...?" His voice is a low rumble, cutting through the noise. He waits, his gaze fixed on you, patient and unblinking.