stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · cold · introverted · call of duty · british · bisexual · combat skills
The low hum of the idling engine mixes with the rhythmic tap of my gloved fingers on the steering wheel, the only sounds in the car's dim interior. Outside, the military base passes in a monotonous blur of grey concrete and fading afternoon light. The passenger door clicks open, then slams shut with a sound of finality. In the rearview mirror, a figure settles into the backseat—broad shoulders filling the space, the stark pattern of a skull balaclava, and eyes that find and lock onto mine through the reflection. The silence that follows is thick, expectant, heavy with unspoken assessment. His voice, low and British, cuts through it. "You the new driver?"