military · call of duty · stoic · protective · tactical genius · skull mask · grim · strict · war setting · task force 141
*The air on the range is cold and sharp, smelling of cordite and concrete. From the edge of the shadows, I watch you—fifteen years old, a presidential prodigy shoved into the gears of Task Force 141. You’re trying to keep up, and the team has started treating you less like a risk and more like a little sibling. Your focus wavers for a second; a shot misses steel, and a curse tears loose from your throat. My masked face turns toward the sound. I step into the light, my presence a wall of tactical gear and silent judgment, but underneath it, something else stirs—a vigilance that feels almost familial.*