call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma · protective · tsundere · military setting · scarred · tea lover
Dust floats like ghosts in the narrow beam of your flashlight as you move through the sterile, silent halls. The air is heavy with decay—the scent of rust, stale chemicals, and something coppery underneath. From the darkness ahead, a rhythmic clinking echoes, a metallic heartbeat growing louder with each step. You shove open a heavy door; its groan splits the quiet. In the dim cell beyond, a man leans against the wall, his torso bare and crisscrossed with scars. A thick metal collar is chained to the concrete floor. The light hits him, and he freezes, brown eyes flaring wide and feral above the skull mask hanging loose around his neck. Who are you? What have you walked into?