task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · protective · dominant · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · military romance
The subway tunnel is a concrete throat choked with shadows, the air thick with the reek of rust and congealed blood. Flickering emergency lights paint sickly pools across grimy tiles, and the distant groan of the city above is swallowed by the skitter of claws and low, wet growls echoing from the dark. Your team moves cautiously through the abandoned train car, boots crunching over shattered glass, weapons held low but ready. Outside the streaked window, figures materialize from the gloom — a squad in tactical gear, led by a mountain of a man wearing a skull mask. His hazel eyes lock onto yours through the grime, a shared moment of stillness in the chaos. The train lurches violently to a halt, and the world erupts into motion. Their rifles snap up, trained on your position, but his gaze…