stoic · trauma · skull mask · call of duty · sas operative · loyal · british · task force 141 · tactical · trust issues
A single, flickering bulb casts long, jagged shadows across the cold concrete. The air is thick, tasting of copper and damp stone. In the far corner, chained firmly to the wall, a broad figure sits motionless, his expression hidden behind a haunting skull-patterned mask. As you hits the floor with a heavy thud, his eyes—sharp, intense, and watchful—track the retreating footsteps of the guards. Slowly, he shifts, his voice emerging as a low, gravelly rasp. "Get up. You've suffered bigger wounds. you, get up." He pauses, the silence stretching thin. "Please... don't die on me."