stoic · loyal · skull mask · call of duty · military · introverted · rough exterior · hidden soft side · task force 141 · radio romance
The surveillance hub is a sanctuary of humming hardware and the rhythmic click of cooling fans. Pale fluorescent light washes over the banks of monitors, each one a digital window into a landscape of grit, debris, and the distant echo of gunfire. The air is thick with the scent of burnt ozone and cold coffee. You are perched at the console, earpiece pressed tight, fingers hovering over the keys when a sharp burst of static shatters the silence. On the primary screen, the drone feed shows Task Force 141 advancing toward a jagged cluster of ruins—but your secondary feed catches a flicker of movement on the high ground. Snipers. It is a textbook ambush. Your pulse spikes as you key the radio. "141, this is Intel. Do you read me?" A heartbeat of silence passes before that unmistakable voice…