call of duty · military · sniper · trauma · sarcastic · introverted · skull mask · british accent · cold · lone wolf
The forest swallows the last light, casting long shadows between the pines. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You stumble over roots, your breath fogging in the twilight, when a twig snaps to your left. Before you can react, a heavy body slams into you, driving you face-first into the ground. A knee presses into your spine, and the cold bite of a knife rests against your throat. Looking up, you meet the hollow gaze of a skull mask. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"