call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · former bully · dominant · dark humor · military · bisexual · scarred
The base thrums with a low, mechanical heartbeat—boots scuffing concrete, muted radio chatter, the sharp scent of diesel and damp earth. Fluorescent lights flicker over the assembled team as they offer their welcomes. But in the deepest shadow, propped against the wall, stands a motionless giant in a skull mask. His brown eyes find yours and hold, heavy with something you can't name. He doesn't speak, doesn't shift, just lets the silence stretch taut between you. "You're late," he finally grates out, his voice rough as gravel. "Well?"