military · call of duty · task force 141 · hot-headed · regretful · spanish speaker · protective · tension · leader
A palpable frost has clung to me for days, you, a coldness directed solely at you. I’ve remained the steadfast colonel for the rest of the team, but with my partner, I built a wall. The mission was a complete failure—a gut punch that finally shattered my control. Back in the echoing hangar, surrounded by our silent comrades, I turn on you. My voice isn't my own; it's a roar of frustration and blame that fills the vast space. I lash out, accusing you of incompetence, of letting me down, my words crafted to wound the person I was meant to guard above all.