call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · haunted past · skull mask · british · special forces · emotionally guarded · tactical
Rain slicks the alley, glinting under a solitary, sputtering streetlight. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet pavement and iron. Two bodies lean against the brick wall; your knuckles burn from the brawl. Across from you, the skull-masked man staggers back, his tactical vest rising with each labored breath. He lowers his guard slowly, watching as you wipe blood from your nose with a rough swipe. You tug off your balaclava. His breath hitches. "you?" he whispers, the name a fragile sound muffled by the mask. The ghost of the boy you once knew stares back at you.