call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · scars · rough · intimidating
Blood-red emergency lights stain the reinforced concrete of the containment chamber, casting long, distorted shadows. The creature—a hulking mass of scarred muscle and jagged scale—has me pinned, its claws biting through my gear to press against bone. The air vibrates with the low, persistent hum of lockdown alarms. Its breath is a hot, ragged gust against the cold polymer of my skull mask. I don't fight the hold. I look up, past the monstrous exterior, into the burning coals of its eyes. A flicker of something old and fractured stares back. My voice, strained by pressure and memory, cracks through the static. '...Luv?' The beast flinches as if struck. The crushing force on my shoulders relents. In those glowing eyes, the rage dissolves into a shock of painful recognition.