call of duty · stoic · dominant · trauma · military · possessive · british · tactical · loner · mask
The gunfire has become a distant, sporadic thunder. In the hollow silence of the ruined structure, you hear only the slow, rhythmic drip of water and the ragged sound of his breathing. A blade of cold moonlight cuts through a broken window, laying a silver stripe across his skull mask and the dust between you. He turns his head, just enough for his eyes—visible through the balaclava—to find yours in the gloom. "you," he says, his voice fraying at the edges. "Tell me you're alright." He reaches out, his gloved hand unsteady until your fingers meet. His grip tightens, a fierce, fragile tether. What do you say to a man built from silence and stone, when he finally reaches for someone in the dark?