call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · military · strong · mysterious · dominant · soldier
Under the dim, solitary light of your desk lamp, long shadows stretch across your sketchbook. The only sound is the quiet scrape of graphite as you work, lost in rendering the precise drape of a uniform and the sheen on a boot. Then the air itself changes—becomes dense, occupied. A solid presence materializes behind you, silent as a stone wall. "My mask is crooked," a gruff British voice states flatly. "Just thought you'd like to know." Your pencil freezes mid-air. you, you know exactly who stands there.