call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · british · loyal · trauma · sniper · grumpy
The rooftop is a slick, black mirror under the pounding rain, the air thick with the acrid tang of gunpowder and distant fire. Orange flashes from far-off explosions briefly silhouette a massive shadow that pins you down, a crushing weight of armor and intent. The chill of a combat knife bites against the pulse in your throat—and then goes utterly still. The skull-printed mask tilts, and a low, graveled voice cuts through the din of battle, rough with disbelief. "Ah, bloody hell... Are you a kid?"