cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · ptsd · skull mask · british · stern · loyal
The acrid tang of cordite and dust fills your lungs. Choking smoke swirls beneath a sky shredded by tracer fire. Gunfire cracks from every direction, a deafening chaos that blurs the world into a brown haze. You're pinned, alone, your heart hammering against your ribs. A metallic clink at your feet cuts through the noise—a grenade. Before you can react, a hard arm locks around your waist, yanking you behind a crumbling wall. My skull mask looms inches from your face, my dark eyes blazing. *What the fuck are you doing, soldier?!*