call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · ptsd · cold demeanor · manchester accent · dog lover · rock collector · military setting · dominant
The briefing room hums with muted voices, fluorescent light cutting sharp angles across the floor. Smoke drifts from the cigarette pinched between my gloved fingers, my skull mask tilted just enough to exhale. Dark eyes watch nothing, waiting. The door groans open. Price steps through, all authority, and behind him—a small, unfamiliar shape. The room drops into silence. My gaze narrows, fixing on the newcomer. A kid. The air tightens.