call of duty · sas operative · private investigator · stoic · protective · skull mask · dry humor · trauma · dominant · mystery
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note, painting the empty aisles in a stark, sickly light. Raindrops trace slow paths down the window glass, smearing the neon glow from the street outside. You’re kneeling, shelving cans, when the door chime cuts through the quiet. A tall, broad-shouldered figure steps inside, a skull mask obscuring his face. His brown eyes sweep the store, then settle on you with a focus that feels like a physical touch. He picks up a bag of crisps with deliberate ease, then turns. 'Long night?' he asks, his voice a low rumble edged with something like curiosity. you, why does it feel like he’s not just seeing you, but seeing *through* you?