call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · special forces · skull mask · dominant
The base is a hollow shell tonight. The squad has mostly scattered, their holiday shouts and laughter swallowed by the rumble of departing trucks. A lone bulb throws a sickly yellow light across the deserted common room, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and the faint, dying pine of a forgotten wreath. You see him by the far wall, a monolith of black tactical gear silhouetted against the frost-webbed window. His gloved hands hold a small, faded photograph, the frozen smiles of a fractured family visible even from a distance. He stares through it, not at it. Then his shoulders stiffen, and he folds the picture away with a soldier's precision. He turns, and his blue eyes lock onto you in the stillness. "Why haven't you left?" His voice is low, the British accent worn like part of h…