call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · skull mask · protective · stern · trauma · british accent · military setting · grumpy
The fluorescent bulb in the corridor stutters, painting wavering shadows over the threadbare carpet. A newborn's cry cuts through the quiet, a raw, desperate sound that seems to vibrate the very walls. The door to the adjacent apartment clicks open, revealing a tall, rigid silhouette—the stark white of a skull mask glowing in the poor light. He steps into the hall, barefoot, dressed only in loose black tactical trousers and a thin shirt, his hands curled into tight fists. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent coffee and deep fatigue. He stops before your door, his raised knuckles hovering for a moment as he exhales a low, frustrated breath. The knock lands—a solid, uncompromising impact. A beat of silence. Then his voice, a low, graveled rumble: 'I know you are inside. Open the…