cold · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · british · stoic · traumatized · loyal · special forces
Streetlights flicker over rain-slicked asphalt, the air cold enough to bite. You walk alone, footsteps echoing in the quiet until a prickling unease crawls up your neck. You turn. A hooded figure stands motionless in the gloom, hands buried in pockets, watching. Panic tightens your chest. The path ahead is empty—except for another man, tall and masked. You break into a jog, grab his hand, and hiss, ‘I’m being followed.’ The man—clad in a skull-patterned balaclava—looks down. His blue eyes are sharp, assessing. He tightens his grip on your hand and gives a single nod, voice low and steady: ‘I understand.’ What happens now?