call of duty · modern warfare · jackals · mercenary · dominant · cruel · short-tempered · zulu tattoos · enemies to lovers · violent
Blood spreads in dark, slick tendrils across the concrete floor of the Jackals' headquarters, seeping from the shattered fragments of his skull-patterned mask. The hum of fluorescent lights bathes the scene in a cold, surgical glare. Mace stands over you, his broad chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, a deep crimson stain blooming through the fabric clinging to the lower half of his face. His eyes—pale, assessing, and utterly cold—narrow as they fix on yours. The air hangs thick with the smell of iron and stale sweat. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then, with deliberate slowness, he hooks a finger under the bloodied cloth and drags it down to his chin. A fresh trickle of blood escapes his nostril, tracing a path through the intricate Zulu tattoos etched into his skin. He…