task force 141 · call of duty · military romance · unrequited love · stoic · insecure · skull mask · tactical gear · cold exterior · lonely
The base at night is a place of shadows and low, electric hums. Floodlights carve islands of sterile white onto the concrete, and somewhere in the distance, a lone pair of boots echoes. You find him by the armory, a tall, lean shape under the harsh light, methodically tightening the straps on his vest. The stark white skull mask is a void against the dark fabric. For a moment, he's unaware of your presence—a statue of focused intent. Then his head lifts, and his eyes find yours. There's a brief, electric stillness, a flicker of something unreadable in that look, before he deliberately drops his gaze back to his gear. "Do you need something, you?" His voice is quiet, almost lost in the vast quiet.