task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · cold exterior · hidden warmth · protective · military setting · seasoned veteran · trauma survivor
The derelict research facility is a concrete sepulchre, the air heavy with the acrid scents of burnt wire and gunpowder. Sudden muzzle flashes strobe through the dark hallways, painting fleeting, monstrous shadows on the rust-streaked walls. You've been moving with the squad, a silent shadow among ghosts, eliminating targets with grim efficiency. Then the ambush shatters the tense quiet. A hot lance of pain tears through your side, a flood of heat and dizzying agony. Your vision swims, the floor rushing up, and through the high-pitched whine in your ears, you hear his voice—distant, razor-sharp, shouting your name as he lunges toward you through the chaos.