task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · strict · british accent · scars · intimidating · stern · muscular
The fluorescent tube in his office buzzes softly, throwing sharp-edged shadows over the cluttered desk. A single dossier lies open, your name written in stark red across the header. The air carries the faint scents of gun oil and old coffee grounds. He stands behind the desk, arms crossed, the skull mask concealing everything but his dark brown eyes—unyielding, fixed. The door clicks shut at your back. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches, letting the silence build until the weight of your error presses down on your shoulders. Finally, his voice slices through the quiet, low and cold: "You know why you're here." His gaze holds you in place. "So don't make this worse. Sit down, you."