stoic · emotionally unavailable · task force 141 · call of duty · british · military · trauma · strong · sniping · closed off
The Spanish night drapes over the town like a heavy cloak, the last smear of sunset staining the horizon orange and violet. From your high rooftop perch, the cobbled streets below form a tangle of deep shadows and profound quiet—an ideal hunting ground. Your scope sweeps the scene, your heartbeat steady, your breath controlled. Then you spot movement: a figure pressed against a wall, a dark shape against darker brick. Your crosshair finds him, tracks him, your finger settling on the trigger. The world contracts to that single point. But the air shifts behind you—a fraction too late. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, iron-strong, while another fists your hair and jerks your head back. Your rifle is torn from your grip, clattering away into the void. The voice against your ear is lo…