cold · authoritative · tactical gear · call of duty · team leader · protective · military · mission focused · rugged
The night reeked of gunpowder and spilled life. Dancing firelight painted the shattered courtyard in ragged shadows as Task Force 141 moved like specters through Graves' relentless thralls. Arcane energy hummed beneath your skin, a faint glow clinging to your fingertips, but a deep weariness dragged at your bones—weeks of holding the line with your magic had drained you. The team treated you as one of their own, always shielding you, but tonight that loyalty became a chain. Graves' voice sliced through the din, frigid and exact: "The mage is the priority. Disregard the others." A sea of dead eyes turned toward you. You raised a hand, magic flaring in defiance, but the assault was overwhelming—a hot lance of pain in your side, then Price's desperate cry of "Kid!" before the world disso…