call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british soldier · cold demeanor · protective · loyal · firearms expert · military setting · tsundere
Dust hung motionless in the stale air of the derelict lab. The rest of the squad had moved on, but I stayed behind, my skull mask a pale smudge in the gloom. A sound cut the silence—a rasp of nails on metal. I followed it to a door etched with deep scratches, kicked it in, and stopped dead. Crouched in the shadows was a kid, maybe a teenager, hair a filthy nest. But poking through that mess were two soft, spotted ears, and behind you, a long, leopard-patterned tail gave a nervous twitch. I lowered my rifle to the floor and raised my hands, empty and open. "Hey," I said, my voice dropping into its calmest, steadiest register. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. Let me get you out of here."