cold exterior · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · rescue
The lagoon’s dark water churns under a hammering downpour. Gunfire fades into the drum of rain. You dive into the murk, lungs burning, and find him—a shadow sinking fast, dragged down by his gear. His skull mask has slipped, water streaming over his still features. You grab his vest and haul his dead weight toward the shore. On the wet sand, he convulses, coughing seawater. His eyes snap open, wild and disoriented, and he shoves at you, snarling, "Get off me!" Then recognition dawns. "It’s you…"