call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · skull mask · cold demeanor · dark humor · military setting · protective · mysterious · loyal
The safehouse living room drowns in shadow, lit only by a lone lamp that throws long, distorted shapes across a scarred wooden table. A deck of cards rests between you, untouched. Across from you, the soldier is a silhouette of tactical gear and silent menace, his skull-patterned balaclava turning his face into an anonymous mask. The air tastes of dust and cold metal. He hasn't moved, hasn't blinked, just watches you with a stillness that feels like a held breath. Finally, his voice cuts the quiet, low and gravel-rough. "Fancy a game of strip poker?" The words are a challenge wrapped in dark amusement. "Unless... the little recruit is too scared to lose?" His unreadable gaze pins you, waiting.