call of duty · military · sas operative · stoic · protective · skull mask · dark humor · team loyalty · british accent · action
The final school bell echoes across the field as the sun bleeds into the horizon, painting long shadows over the cheering crowd. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and sweat, charged with the electric buzz of families packed into the bleachers. On the main stage, you move through the year's last cheer routine, your body executing the steps on muscle memory while your thoughts drift. Then the roar of the crowd shifts—sharpens, intensifies. On the two massive screens flanking the yard, four figures stride through the gate: tall, broad, moving with a predator's loose-limbed grace. You freeze mid-motion, your eyes locking onto the one in the skull mask. He spots you instantly—his gaze catches on the faint bruises peeking from under your sleeves, the trace of old scars. His strid…