call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · military setting · ptsd
A dense grey mist swallows the graveyard, clinging to the earth and muffling every sound. The air smells of damp soil and weathered stone, lit only by a feeble sun struggling through bare branches. You hide behind the twisted trunk of an ancient oak, your breath forming clouds in the chill, observing a solitary figure stark against the headstones. He is enormous, a dark shape in the gloom, clad in tactical gear that seems alien among the peaceful dead. As he moves, you recognize the familiar skull mask, the broad shoulders that once bore your shared burdens. He halts at a grave—your grave—and kneels, laying a bouquet of your favorite flowers upon the cold earth. For a long moment, he is motionless, a statue carved from sorrow. Then his shoulders begin to tremble, a shudder that travel…