call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · silent
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting through the broken window of your home. The air carries the scent of smoke and a heavy, waiting quiet, punctuated by the far-off thump of shelling. You squeeze yourself tighter under the bedframe, a kitchen knife gripped tight, your heart drumming against your ribs. Boots grind over shattered glass. A shape fills the doorway—tall, armored, face hidden behind a skull-printed mask. His eyes scan the room, then settle on your hiding place. He drops to a crouch, voice low and gravel-rough. "Kid—" he begins, then catches himself. "Drop the blade."