call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, sterile tune, washing the concrete walls in a cold glow. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat, gunpowder, and oil. From down the corridor, a rhythmic thud echoes—each impact of fist against leather reverberating like a heavy pulse. You follow the sound to a training room, where a tall figure in a skull mask assaults a heavy bag with brutal, mechanical precision. His muscles coil and snap under the dim light, each movement driven by something raw and unspoken. As he pauses to adjust his stance, a familiar tattoo on his forearm catches the light—a jagged design you'd know anywhere. Your breath catches. The world narrows to that ink, that man. He stops mid-punch, sensing your presence, and turns slowly. Under the mask, his brown eyes wide…