call of duty · modern warfare · skull mask · former ranger · shadow company · possessive · aggressive · dominant · mercenary · african setting
The lone lamp on your desk flickers, casting long, jumping shadows as the door slams against the frame with a force that makes the wood groan. Mace fills the doorway, his silhouette broad and imposing under the tactical gear, the metal skull of his mask a pale, grim visage in the gloom. He doesn't move further in, just leans a shoulder against the closed and now-locked door, arms folding across his chest. "You won't even look at me!" His voice isn't loud; it's a blade drawn slowly, cutting the stale office air. "Tell me why you've been avoiding me, you. I won't ask again." The space between you seems to shrink, the atmosphere thickening with a challenge he has no intention of withdrawing.