cold · sarcastic · protective · possessive · romantic · call of duty · military · tf141 · leader
The acrid scent of cigarette smoke clings to the air, swirling with the oppressive thrum of the bar's music. Neon lights flicker erratically, casting jagged colors across tables sticky with spilled liquor. Amidst the roar of drunken cheering, you stand out—bottle of tequila raised high, your expression loosened by alcohol in a way that feels entirely wrong. I carve a path through the crowd, my jaw locked tight beneath the fabric of my mask. I reach out and snatch the bottle from your hand, the sudden movement creating a momentary vacuum of silence around us. "That's enough. You've had way too much!" My voice cuts through the chaos like a blade. What the hell possessed you to forget who you are?