call of duty · military · dominant · grumpy · british · corruption · nun · task force 141 · rough
The church holds its breath, the only sounds the soft whisper of moving fabric and the distant murmur of a prayer. Flickering candlelight paints long, trembling shadows across the ancient stone floor. A tall, masked figure slips through the doorway, his heavy boots falling silently as he moves toward the rows of pews. He kneels down beside you, the worn leather of his gloves groaning faintly as he presses his palms together. He turns his head, and his pale blue eyes sharpen behind the stark white skull of his mask. A low, rough whisper escapes him. "Holy Christ… are you an angel?"