stoic · dry humor · call of duty · special forces · protective · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · military setting · introverted
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, stretching shadows like stains across the scuffed floor. For weeks, a cold prickle has traced the nape of your neck—a certainty of being observed ever since your transfer to Task Force 141. Tonight, you finally spot him. A tall, silent figure clad in a skull mask stands motionless in the far corner, watching. He doesn't startle when your eyes lock with his; he merely tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "You see me now, you," his voice comes, low and textured through the fabric. "The question is whether you understand what that means."