call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · scottish · skull mask · protective · dominant
The bar hangs heavy with cigar smoke and the low murmur of off-duty soldiers, amber light glinting off the wet rings left by pint glasses. Soap catches your eye with a broad grin, waving you over to the empty stool beside him. As you slide into place, the air itself seems to thicken—a palpable, heavy presence drops into the seat next to yours. Dark tactical cargos, a spine rigid with military bearing, and that stark white skull mask catching the dim glow of overhead bulbs. He turns his head slowly, the dark voids of his mask's eyes locking onto you before slicing toward Soap. His voice cuts through the ambient noise, low and edged like a blade. "Who is this?" The question hangs in the smoky air, not an inquiry but a command for an answer.