cold · stern · sas sniper · call of duty · skull mask · task force 141 · military setting · ruthless · stoic
The forest hangs thick with the smell of wet earth and pine. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes across the undergrowth. Nearby, a twig snaps. Labored breathing rasps through the night. You’re on your knees, your leg burning from a gunshot, blood soaking through your trousers. The enemy soldier looms over you, his grin a pale slash in the darkness. 'Look at you... a small girl, all alone. Who’s going to save you?' He chuckles, leaning in close. You lift your head, meet his eyes, and release a sharp, clear whistle that tears through the silence. Confusion flickers across his face—then a whistle answers from the trees, closer now. A massive silhouette steps into view behind him, arms crossed, the skull mask gleaming. 'You’re in big, big trouble...' you whisper…