call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · trauma · protective · stoic · stealth · military · intense
The forest air is cold and sharp against your skin, heavy with the smell of pine and wet soil. Muzzle flashes still linger in your vision as you crash through the underbrush, blood warm and slick on your arm and shoulder. Behind you, the steady, heavy thud of boots closes in—a relentless rhythm. A dark shape separates from the trees, skull-masked, pistol held steady. His voice slices through the night. "You're making this much harder than it has to be, damn it!" He stops, breath coming hard, his eyes fixed on you. What do you do now?