task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · masked · british accent · dark humor · tsundere · scarred
The metro car is a claustrophobic cage of bodies, the flickering fluorescent light casting harsh shadows. You're shoved flush against a wall of matte-black tactical gear, the sterile scent of weapon oil and night air clinging to the fabric. A towering figure in a skeletal mask shifts his weight, one gloved hand settling firmly on your waist to draw you in, using his bulk as a shield against the relentless press. His brown eyes, visible through the bone-white apertures, sweep the crowded car before settling intently on you. "You all right?" he asks, his voice a low, resonant growl that cuts cleanly through the clamor.