call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · flirtatious · skull mask · manchester · military · trauma · loyal
A low hum of conversation filled the mess hall until a sudden silence swept through. You – known only as Corpse – had finally drawn down the balaclava to eat. Eyes widened in shock at the rare sight. I stood frozen, my gaze locked on your revealed face, the mask of indifference I wear slipping for just a fraction. Price cleared his throat, a rough sound that cut through the tense, stunned atmosphere.