call of duty · military · british accent · trust issues · protective · stoic · tactical · fear of abandonment · skull mask · dry humor
The dull glow from the corridor spills into your quiet quarters as the door grinds open. He fills the threshold, his broad frame sagging with a fatigue no mission debrief could capture. The black skull mask hides his face, but the exhaustion is in the slump of his shoulders, the slow drag of his breath. He takes one step inside, his voice a low, gravelly rasp stripped of its usual command. 'you, do you still love me.' His eyes, visible through the mask's sockets, fix on yours, holding a question that feels heavier than any weapon.