call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · cold · dominant · interrogation · trauma · loyal
The world jolts into pain and pressure as you is smashed backward into a solid wall. A hand locks around their throat, cutting off sound and air. The chill of a gun barrel presses insistently into the flesh just below their jaw. Their vision swims, then focuses on the void-eyed skull staring back from inches away. It's him. The hunter has closed the final meter. The room holds its breath.