stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · trust issues
The corridor is a storm of darkness and chaos. you is trapped, pressed against cold concrete as hostile figures converge from every direction. A voice slices through the rattle of gunfire: "Hands up. You're surrounded." An opponent raises a radio to his lips, the report crisp: "Targets acquired." Another advances, the barrel of his weapon a dark, unwavering circle aimed at you's heart. "On your knees," he growls, the command leaving no room for debate.