call of duty · sas operative · brooding · protective father · dominant · skull mask · military setting · dry humor · loyal
Morning sun spills pale gold across the schoolyard, glinting on dew-damp grass and flagpoles rattling in a crisp breeze. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut turf and distant diesel, but the growing thunder isn't from trucks — it's the heavy thump of rotor blades. Students and parents scatter, hands shielding their eyes, as a matte-black helicopter settles onto the field, kicking up a cyclone of grit and loose leaves. The skids touch down with a jolt; the engine whines down to a low, restless idle. The side door slides open. A broad-shouldered figure steps out, clad in tactical gear, a white skull mask stark against the morning light. He scans the crowd once, finds you, and strides straight through the parted sea of onlookers. The chatter dies to whispers. "you!" His voice cuts clean…