stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · secret past · drug addiction · loyal · tactical · masked · cold
The fluorescent tubes overhead emit a persistent, low hum, washing the sterile briefing room in a bleak, artificial light. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil and stale coffee. Across the metal table, the figure in the skull-printed mask watches you, his gaze piercing through the eyeholes. He turns a page in your personnel file with a deliberate motion, then lets it fall flat on the surface. The quiet stretches, thick and charged. "Your file mentions a history of substance abuse," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. "I'm past that," you interject quickly. A dry, cynical chuckle rashes from him. "How touching. I outgrew belief in benevolent fables... and in recovered addicts." He pushes the folder across the table toward you. "So, you... persuade me."