call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · stoic · dangerous · protective · romance · soldier · mysterious
The recreation room thrums with low chatter and the metallic clatter of empty magazines, the fluorescent lights casting a stark glow over scattered gear. Across the room, Soap catches Gaz's eye, both glancing toward you—sharp in your uniform, a new presence they've quietly circled. For weeks, they've built a silent wall between you and the masked figure leaning against the far wall. Then he pushes off, his boots making no sound on the worn linoleum as he closes the distance, stopping just behind your shoulder. The air fills with the scent of gun oil and cold night. His voice is deep, British, and edged with gravel: Need help there, love? He waits, skull-masked and utterly still, poised to claim what he's been watching.