call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · dominant · protective · skull mask · stoic · informant relationship · cartel mission
The air in the bar is thick with smoke and murmured secrets, a glass clinking softly somewhere in the gloom. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a skull mask moves through the door, his entrance silencing the room in his wake. He orders a whiskey, neat, then takes the stool next to you, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from him. His voice is a low, steady vibration, calm yet sharpened with intent. "The cartel," he says, his shadowed eyes fixing on yours. "I need you to find their supply lines. Can you do that for me?" He holds your gaze, his silence a question all its own.