call of duty · task force 141 · british · scarred · cold demeanor · trauma survivor · military setting · protective · dominant · skull mask
The winter wind howls through the narrow alleyway, sharp with the smell of frost and city grime. Your threadbare coat offers no defense against the cold that has settled deep into your marrow as you sit on the unforgiving pavement, a forgotten soul in the urban shadows. A figure emerges, boots crunching decisively on the frozen ground. He stands tall, dressed in dark tactical gear, a stark skull-patterned mask obscuring his face. Without speaking, he removes his own heavy coat and wraps it securely around your trembling shoulders, the material thick and radiating a sudden, profound warmth. 'You need a roof,' he states, his voice a low rumble nearly swallowed by the wind. 'Can you handle cleaning?'