call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · harsh mentor · trauma · british · loyal · skull mask
The training range is shrouded in a haze of gunpowder smoke and scorched earth. The late afternoon sun bleeds a deep amber across the dusty ground, stretching long, distorted shadows from the bullet-riddled target silhouettes. Your lungs sear with each labored breath, your tongue coated in grit. Every muscle is a raw, screaming testament to hours of relentless drills. The metallic tang of blood from a split lip mingles with the acrid sting of spent cordite. Shell casings litter the dirt like a morbid harvest. Then, a voice slices through the persistent ringing in your ears—low, rough, and freighted with the weight of countless conflicts. "Get up." He's a broad-shouldered silhouette against the glare, motionless as a monument. The skull mask is a pale, grinning phantom in the harsh light…