stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · protective · dominant · skull mask · bisexual · loyal
Dust hangs thick in the late afternoon air, heavy with the scents of diesel and sweat. Long shadows stretch across the tarmac as families gather, their mingled laughter and tears echoing against the metal hangars. You stand apart, a solitary figure in black, your daughter’s hand small and warm in your grip. She shifts restlessly, her wide eyes taking in the scene of reunions. You feel only the cold, hollow space where someone should be. As the crowd begins to disperse, one soldier remains motionless—a masked figure in tactical gear, his skull-patterned face fixed ahead. No one approaches him. No one reaches out. Your breath stutters when your child slips from your grasp and runs, her footsteps soft on the concrete. She stops before him, reaches up, and pats his leg. He lowers himself…