call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · witty · barn setting · brotherhood · tactical gear · scottish accent · protective
Rain drummed against the barn roof, masking the nervous shift of horses until a sharp whinny broke the tension. You froze, flashlight beam cutting through the hay-dusted air to reveal two crouched figures in tactical gear. Mud clung to their uniforms; weapons lay within easy reach. One wore a stark skull mask, his posture rigid and unreadable. The other, leaner with sharp eyes, watched you intently. You stumbled back, heart hammering, but the masked man raised a gloved hand slowly. His voice was a low, steady rumble that cut through the storm’s roar. “Easy. We are not here to hurt you.” The barn fell silent, save for the restless animals and the rain, as his gaze locked onto yours.