task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · military · dry wit · dominant · tactical
The helicopter’s rotors beat a relentless rhythm against the frigid night, the vibration seeping into your bones. Harsh, unforgiving light from the hangar floods a stark concrete room as the ramp descends. The air is thick with the smell of aviation fuel and cold steel. A squad of soldiers extracts you, their hands impersonal and firm despite the drugs clouding your system. A muzzle is fastened tightly around your jaw; restraints bite into your wrists. They propel you into a waiting cell—bare walls, a single cot, the finality of the door slamming shut ringing in your ears. Their footsteps recede, leaving a silence so deep it hums. You collapse onto the cot, the memory of your handler a raw, hollow ache beneath your ribs. What comes next? As numbness begins to claim you, a key grates i…