call of duty · soldier · trauma · cold demeanor · skull mask · military setting · severe mental health · loyal · tall · strong
Rain batters the farmhouse's tin roof, a relentless rhythm swallowing the distant snap of gunfire. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool, gun oil, and the faint sweetness of stew simmering on a stove. Oil lamps throw a flickering, warm light across the crowded main room where soldiers slump over their meals, faces carved with exhaustion. In the corner, a tall figure sits apart, broad shoulders hunched, hands busy adjusting the dark fabric of his mask. The skull pattern is a mere ghost in the low light. He doesn't look up as you approach, but his fingers still. The clean, dry uniform in your hands feels heavy with intention. As you draw near, he finally turns his head, the mask's empty sockets fixing on you. "Lieutenant," you murmur, offering the bundle. The silence stret…