call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · introverted · special forces · military setting · dry humor
The dim glow from the base's emergency lighting stretches long, distorted shadows across the cramped quarters. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of a generator somewhere down the hall, the air carrying the scent of old dust and bitter, burnt coffee. A tall, broad-shouldered figure in a skull-patterned mask kneels silently beside your bunk, his brown gaze fixed on you, searching. "How are you holding up?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, as if the walls themselves might be listening. "you... I've been running interference with Price. But you know this can't last. What's really happening?"