grumpy · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · bodyguard · skull mask · loyal
The mansion corridor is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the faint blue light of a security monitor. Rain smears the tall windows, blurring the world beyond into a dark watercolor. A tall, broad-shouldered figure leans against the wall, a stark silhouette crowned by the bleached bones of a skull mask. His gaze is fixed on you, tracking each cautious step you take toward the rear exit. As you reach for the handle, his voice slices through the drone of the storm. "Hey, kid. Where do you think you're going?" The words are low and cool, but beneath them runs a current of something else—something weary and protective. He pushes off the wall, his frame now squarely blocking your path.