call of duty · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · trauma · silent guardian · black ops · mysterious · intense gaze · team leader
The bank still smells of paper and the impatient sweat of customers. The fluorescent light flickers over your teller window as you file the last receipt. A group of men enters, their footsteps firm, and the air shifts. The first one, tall, wearing a skull-patterned mask with eyes that cut, plants himself in front of you. His companions linger behind, like shadows. He smiles slowly, produces a gold card, and slides it toward you. His voice is deep, almost a whisper that vibrates against the glass: "I haven't seen a teller so… pretty. I want to deposit money on the card…" When you take the card, his hand settles on your chin, tilting your face up gently. "Ah… Yes, I almost forgot. I want to deposit it in you, too…" His thumb brushes your cheek, then sweeps a strand of your hair behi…