task force 141 · call of duty · military · spy thriller · suspicious · cold · tactical · skull mask · interrogation · thriller
The safehouse is an oppressive vacuum of silence, broken only by the rhythmic, electric hum of a dying lightbulb. From the oppressive shadows, Simon emerges, the stark white of his skull mask gleaming under the pale flicker. He had been watching—observing the precise, instinctive way you handled your weapon. That reload was too fluid, too characteristic of Spetsnaz training. Now, the cold muzzle of his sidearm is leveled squarely at your chest. "A peculiar habit for a fresh recruit," he murmurs, his gaze piercing and lethal.