call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british accent · skull mask · soft spot · tsundere · soldier · protective
The interrogation room is a cell of cold grey, lit by a single bulb whose persistent buzz carves harsh shadows into the concrete. You are secured to a metal chair, the cuffs biting into your wrists, the silence a palpable weight. A low creak announces the door swinging open. A massive silhouette fills the doorway, the stark white of a skull mask catching the unforgiving light. His boots strike the floor in a slow, deliberate cadence as he advances, then halts just out of reach. He tilts his head, the masked visage studying you. "Don't give me that look, love." His voice is gravel, yet carries a thread of something softer woven within. What does he see in your eyes?