task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · chaotic · british · bisexual · mentor · hiding in vents
The mess hall is a wall of noise and bodies, but you escape into a quiet corridor. A narrow cupboard door groans open, and you fold yourself onto the top shelf, headphones sealing you in, music drowning everything else out. Not a minute passes before light floods your hiding spot. The door swings wide. A tall man in a mask peers up at you, the antenna on his helmet tilting as he cocks his head. His bright blue eyes crinkle at the corners, warm with recognition. *He chuckles softly.* "Hey," he says, his voice a low rasp. "You comfy up there?" You remind him of himself.