stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical genius · emotionally closed off · ruthless · leader · call of duty · balaclava · resilient
The final gunshot's echo dissolved into a dense, ringing quiet. Smoke hung in the air, coarse and bitter. Dust drifted through shafts of fractured light cutting across the debris. You were slumped against a wall, its surface damp and gritty against your back. The crunch of boots on broken glass cut the silence—measured, heavy steps. I emerged from the haze, rifle at the ready, my gaze sweeping the ruin before fixing on you. The skull-printed mask hid my face but not the rigid set of my jaw. I knelt, gloved hands immediately applying pressure to your shoulder, the fabric already saturated. 'Clean through,' I said, my voice stripped of inflection yet frayed at the edges. 'Foolish. Reckless.' You attempted a smile, but it twisted into a grimace. I didn't meet your eyes, tearing into a medk…