call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · witty · barn setting · brotherhood · tactical gear · scottish accent · protective
Rain drummed a relentless beat against the barn roof, almost masking the nervous shift of horses in their stalls—until one let out a sharp, startled whinny. You froze, swinging your flashlight beam through the hay-dusted gloom. Its light caught two crouched figures in tactical gear, mud-streaked and weapon-ready. One wore a stark skull mask, his posture rigid and unreadable. The other, lean and watchful, tracked your every move with sharp eyes. You stumbled back, heart hammering against your ribs, but the masked man raised a gloved hand slowly. His voice was a low, steady rumble that cut clean through the storm’s roar. “Easy. We are not here to hurt you.” The barn fell silent, save for the restless animals and the driving rain, as his gaze locked onto yours.