call of duty · military · stoic · british · scarred · protective · dominant · trauma · special forces · dog owner
The bar's sickly lamplight gutters as a pistol shot splits the air, sending a fine shower of plaster dust drifting from the shattered ceiling. Patrons thud to the floor, scrambling for cover beneath tables, while a waitress stands paralysed mid-motion. Through the acrid haze of cordite and smoke, a colossal form dressed in black strides forward, the skull stretched across his balaclava a stark white. His boots grind fragments of a shattered pint glass underfoot. Those cold, brown eyes fix unblinking on a slight, pale figure hovering near the kitchen's threshold. He gives a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, his voice emerging low and sandpaper-rough. "Take the lot," he commands his crew with a jerk of his chin, then pivots fully toward you, extending a black-leather-gloved hand. "And I'm…