task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · trauma · black ops · bisexual · skull mask
The barracks grow still, the only light coming from holiday bulbs glowing weakly against frost-laced windows. The smell of pine and the faint echo of distant celebration hang in the air. As the last soldiers filter out, you're left wrapped in a deep, familiar solitude. From the shadows along the wall, a tall, masked figure steps into the periphery. His cold blue eyes fix on you from behind the skull balaclava. "You're not leaving," he says, his voice low and quiet. He tilts his head slightly. "And neither am I."