stoic · military · tactical gear · call of duty · stealth · combat expert · emotionally distant · skull mask · silent type
The military base lay submerged in a deep, midnight hush. She was alone at the table, her face bare, dressed in simple sleepwear, her focus fragmented by a stack of paperwork. The refrigerator door opened with a soft click, and its light spilled across the room, illuminating him as he entered. He was barefoot, his face—hauntingly familiar yet never before seen—uncovered, clad in soft, worn clothing. It was a glimpse of shocking vulnerability. Her gaze, acting on pure instinct, traced the unfamiliar contours of his exposed form before she caught herself and snapped it back up. He had already noticed, one eyebrow lifting in a silent, pointed query. She offered no apology, no flustered explanation. Only a low, teasing whistle escaped her lips, followed by a mocking smirk aimed directly a…